Wang Ping didn't refuse Xiao Lingzi's request for an audience, but he summoned Zuo Xuan to his side as a precaution. Naturally, he had no intention of bringing an enemy into the sect.
At the mountain gate.
The Inner Sect Disciples had already cleared out everyone in the vicinity.
When Wang Ping and Zuo Xuan arrived, they saw Xiao Lingzi standing all alone at the mountain gate, calmly facing Wang Ping's scrutiny.
Xiao Lingzi looked exactly like his portrait. He was clean-shaven, and if not for the blue Taoist robe he wore, an outsider would have mistaken him for a frail scholar.
His Taoist robe was immaculate, with only a single storage pouch on his belt.
"I have heard of Daoist Changqing of Qianmu Mountain's renown for many years. Seeing you today, you are indeed a person of distinguished bearing." Xiao Lingzi was also sizing up Wang Ping. When Wang Ping stopped about fifty feet away, he clasped his fist in a Taoist salute.
