The magnificent carriage moved unhurriedly along the wide street.
"...Fellow Daoist Ling, since you're here on business, why not be a bit more discreet and cautious? Those Tribulation Cultivator gangs are the type to devour you whole. Once they have you in their sights, escaping them is next to impossible!"
Inside the carriage, Zhao Wanyi shifted into a more elegant posture. Her beautiful, clear eyes sized up Ling Changqing as she asked in a soft voice.
She had been informed of this foreign Golden Core Master's activities by her subordinates two days ago.
Today's invitation was a spur-of-the-moment decision. Originally, she had no intention of getting involved in this matter; her family's current predicament was already giving her enough of a headache.
However, after seeing Ling Changqing's appearance, the young mistress of the Zhao Family found herself inexplicably conflicted for a moment before finally deciding to intervene.
