Long Chen immediately clasped his fist in salute: "Many thanks for Ning Keqing's praise, Long Chen feels undeserving of such acclaim. Ning Keqing has overestimated me!"
Ning Daoran smiled faintly but said nothing.
"Fellow Daoist Ning."
Long Xian'er stepped forward and said: "I wonder if I may assist you in examining the state of your Divine Soul's pollution?"
"You may."
Ning Daoran raised his hand and said: "Could it be that you have some extraordinary method capable of dissolving such pollution deeply rooted in the Divine Soul?"
"Xian'er could attempt it."
Long Xian'er held Ning Daoran's palm in her own, covering it with her other hand. She closed her eyes, and a wisp of cool chill immediately traveled through his hand.
Ning Daoran stiffened slightly.
