Chapter 160.3: It’s Him! ?

Yan Ning Luo’s eyes sharpened slightly. “Thank you Master for your concern, Ning Luo does indeed have someone in my heart, but….. he is not from our sect.”

Wen Ren Qian just smiled and did not say anything as he poured out a cup of tea and a disciple coincidentally announced at that moment: “Sect Leader, a guest is here waiting outside the mountain gates.”

Yan Ning Luo was just about to ask for her leave when she heard Wen Ren Qian say to her with a smile: “Ning Luo, help me go welcome the guest.”

Although a little puzzled, Yan Ning Luo did not probe any further but just acknowledged the order and went out.

— At the foot of the Faint Mist Sect mountain —

A simple and inconspicuous horse carriage was stopped in this place as a black robed youth sat on the outside of the carriage. The horsewhip held in his hand occasionally poked at the horse’s behind, the youth seeming bored and was looking for something to kill time with.

After a good while had pa.s.sed, he turned his head and spoke to the person inside the carriage, his tone of voice sounding highly displeased. “Lord, why hasn’t anyone come out yet? Is the Faint Mist Sect putting on airs now?”

“We came here unannounced, so it is normal that we will have to wait for a while.” The voice inside the carriage was cold and magnetic, highly pleasing to the ear like the clink of jade beads falling upon a dish.

The black robed youth stiffened his lips and did not complain any further. It then looked like he suddenly remembered something and his eyes turned slightly as he asked with secret delight: “Say, would that person be very happy coming to know about this?”

The person in the carriage did not respond for a long while. It was after quite a while that the voice inside then rang out. “Hopefully she would not be mad at me”

“Why would that be? My Lord has spared no effort, all because of…..”

The black robed youth had just opened his mouth to explain further when he saw the mountain gates in front slowly opening, as a slender and graceful figure came out slowly, moving towards them.

People with cultivation had better hearing and sharper eyesight than regular people and hence the youth immediately recognized the slightly familiar figure from afar, where he quickly said in surprise: “Isn’t that Princess Ning Feng? And she is…..”

Yan Ning Luo’s footsteps were light and slow, but the speed which had seemed slow brought her quickly in front of them.

Upon seeing just the unimpressive horse carriage at the foot of the mountain and the youthful coachman seated on its outside, Yan Ning Luo could not help but raise an eyebrow slightly, seemingly a little curious who the guest was, but her face remained calm and indifferent like always.

She parted her lips slightly and said: “I came under the orders of the Sect Leader to receive our esteemed guest. Horse carriages are unable to go into the Faint Mist Sect, so can I implore our distinguished guest to first disembark, so that I can walk you in.”

After a moment of silence, a large hand that was slender and fair then stretched out behind the curtain, a voice filled with iciness that would not melt over eternity just like before, the chill seeping into one’s bones, but was so unforgettable, that said only two words.

“Appreciate the trouble.”

Yan Ning Luo’s entire body froze, and her calm and indifferent eyes suddenly flared wide, like she could not believe that that was really the voice she had just heard.