"I am Yang Guo, a disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect."
Indeed, it is Yang Guo.
Ding Ling sized Yang Guo up with a couple of glances.
This young man has certainly grown into a fine figure, genuinely dignified and upright!
His person possesses a phoenix demeanor and dragon grace, his spirit is elegant and outstanding, truly a rare beauty among men.
No wonder Little East Evil, Guo Xiang, would be captivated for life at first sight; he leaves a deep impression on those who gaze upon him.
"What brings you to me?"
Ding Ling inquired.
"I wish to invite you to visit the Ancient Tomb Sect as my guest."
Yang Guo, fearing Ding Ling might misunderstand, solemnly explained:
"You might not be aware, but I harbor a deep grudge against the Quanzhen Sect's Lul Qingdu, Hao Datong, and others. You avenged me, cleansing the shame. I cannot find words to express my gratitude, so I would like to first invite you to the Ancient Tomb Sect for a meal before discussing other matters."
He pleaded:
