At the Ancient Cold Sect, Song Wanning was cultivating when she heard a knock on her courtyard gate.
She slowly opened her eyes. A quick probe with her Divine Sense was all it took for her to frown.
'Has it only been a day? They're already getting restless?'
Song Wanning slowly got to her feet, casually changed her clothes, and then lazily strolled out of her courtyard.
She leaned against the gate, arms crossed, and surveyed the aggressive crowd with a look of leisurely contentment.
"So you're Song Wanning?"
"The new True Disciple?"
Lin Hao's eyes lit up slightly as he looked at Song Wanning, momentarily stunned by her beauty.
When he sized up her Cultivation, his confidence soared.
'With a Cultivation level like that, she wants to hold the position of a True Disciple? How ridiculous.'
The surrounding disciples were also taken aback by her beauty for a moment, but in the face of Cultivation and personal gain, looks didn't seem so important.
