"Ning Fan, are you really going back to the Ning Family or not?"
Watching Ning Fan and Duan Yuanmeng engrossed in conversation, Ning Xinlan huffed impatiently.
"Oh?"
Ning Fan finally snapped back to reality, returned the sword to its owner, and chuckled, "Your Cloud Breaking Sect is just over a hundred miles from Dragon City. Go back and tell your master to come meet me; there's important business to discuss."
"Yes!"
Duan Yuanmeng, having witnessed Ning Fan's skills, could only bow respectfully, then hastily departed, not daring to stay for a moment longer.
Seeing this, Ning Fan found it both amusing and annoying, and playfully said, "You young ones don't even know to say goodbye to your seniors—truly lacking manners."
With a thud.
Already flustered, Duan Yuanmeng, hearing these words, stumbled and fell to the ground. She scrambled to her feet, clasped her fists, and panted, "The green hills won't change, the clear waters will flow forever. Senior, until we meet again."
