Luo Hantian hurriedly summoned a disciple and took out a portrait of Song Wanning.
"Send word to everyone. Use all our resources to find this person. The moment you do, respectfully invite her back to the Sect. You are not to be disrespectful in the slightest, understand?"
He couldn't risk his disciples getting the wrong idea because his instructions weren't clear.
If they ended up offending her, it would be too late for tears!
"This disciple obeys!"
The Ancient Cold Sect disciple looked surprised, filled with curiosity about the woman in the portrait.
'Anyone the Sect Master values this much must have an extraordinary identity.'
...
Half a month later, Song Wanning finally flew out of the desert.
The first thing she did was cast a Water Ball Technique on herself, washing herself from head to toe.
The sky had been full of yellow sand, blowing against her for half a month. Even with a protective barrier, she still felt filthy.
