503: Chapter 503 Cold Frost? You're the one Senior Brother keeps talking about?

"Who goes there?"

The leading Disciple stepped forward, holding his long sword horizontally in front of him, his tone neither servile nor overbearing.

His gaze swept over the Grand Elder and then landed on Leng Ningshuang, a flash of amazement crossing his eyes, though he quickly regained his composure.

Just as the Grand Elder was about to speak, Leng Ningshuang spoke first.

"Please go and report that Leng Ningshuang has come to see the head Disciple of your Sect."

Her voice was light and cold, without a ripple of emotion.

Yet, inside her, complex emotions were surging.

She certainly knew who the head Disciple of the Tianyan Sect was.

Shen Ao.

He was the only son of the Tianyan Sect Master, Shen Biyun, and also the most outstanding Disciple of the younger generation of the Tianyan Sect.

He had outstanding Aptitude, deep Cultivation, and was handsome and dashing; he was the ideal Dao Companion in the hearts of countless female cultivators.

Yet, he had his heart set on Leng Ningshuang.

During that one experience, Shen Ao fell in love with her at first sight and had been pursuing her relentlessly ever since.

Leng Ningshuang had rejected him countless times, but he refused to give up.

In the end, he even laid down a harsh threat—in this life, he would marry no one but Leng Ningshuang, and anyone who dared to set their sights on her would be his enemy.

Leng Ningshuang did not pay much attention to it at the time, thinking he was just talking.

But later, Shen Ao really sent people to inquire about her everywhere, and even tried to forcibly take her back to the Tianyan Sect several times.

If it weren't for the fact that although the Hehuan Sect was weak, it was not to be bullied casually, she would have been abducted long ago.

Now, she had come to find him of her own accord.

Leng Ningshuang did not know if this counted as walking into a trap, but she had no other choice.

The more than three hundred lives of the Hehuan Sect were all waiting for a place to settle down.

She could not let everyone fall into danger because of her own personal affairs.

When the gate-keeping Disciple heard the three words "Leng Ningshuang," he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.

It was a light of surprise mixed with excitement, as if he had seen some rare object.

"Leng Ningshuang? You are that Leng Ningshuang from the Hehuan Sect? The one our Senior Brother talks about every day?"

His voice was full of surprise and excitement, and he looked Leng Ningshuang up and down, as if he were looking at some rare treasure.

The few Disciples behind him also crowded over, looking at Leng Ningshuang curiously, whispering something to each other.

Leng Ningshuang did not speak, just nodded.

The gate-keeping Disciple immediately beamed, changing from his previous seriousness, and said enthusiastically: "You wait! I'll go report this right now! Our Senior Brother will be overjoyed to know you've come!"

After saying this, he turned and ran, almost dropping his sword; the scabbard knocked against the stone steps, making a "clatter" sound.

Another gate-keeping Disciple also came over, looking at Leng Ningshuang curiously, and whispered: "She really is beautiful, no wonder our Senior Brother can't stop thinking about her."

The person next to him pulled him, signaling him to shut up, but he still couldn't help but take a few more looks.

Leng Ningshuang stood expressionless, her gaze fixed straight ahead, as if she had heard nothing.

The Grand Elder stood behind her, watching her back, and sighed in his heart.

He knew that Leng Ningshuang must be feeling terrible, but he did not know how to comfort her. He could only stand silently and wait.

Soon, a figure darted out from within the mountain gate.

It was a young man, looking about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a slender figure, a handsome face, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a high-bridged nose, and slightly pursed lips, carrying an innate sense of pride.

He wore a cyan sword robe with a long sword hanging at his waist, his whole person full of heroic spirit, and the sunlight sprinkled on him, plating him with a faint layer of gold.

His face was full of surprise, his eyes shining with excitement, and as soon as he came out, he looked around, as if searching for something.

"Ningshuang! Where is Ningshuang?"

His gaze fell on Leng Ningshuang, and his whole body stiffened instantly.

He stood there, staring at her blankly, his mouth open, eyes wide, the expression on his face changing from surprise to obsession, and from obsession to a daze, as if he could not believe his own eyes.

His hands trembled slightly, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he could not utter a single word.

Leng Ningshuang looked at him, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

Shen Ao.

It was this person who had chased her for several years, chasing her until she had nowhere to hide.

She had rejected him countless times, but he refused to give up.

His persistence gave her a headache and also made her feel helpless.

It was not that she had never been moved—he was handsome, had outstanding Aptitude, a distinguished family background, and was sincere enough towards her.

But she did not want to marry.

She was the head Disciple of the Hehuan Sect; her responsibility was to Cultivate, to protect the Sect, and to lead her Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters forward.

She did not want to be held back by romantic entanglements.

But now, she had come to find him of her own accord.

Leng Ningshuang took a deep breath, suppressing the distracting thoughts in her heart, and said indifferently: "Young Master Shen, long time no see."

Her voice was light and cold, without a trace of warmth.

But to Shen Ao, it sounded like the voice of heaven.

He hurriedly took a few steps forward, his voice trembling slightly: "Ningshuang, you... why are you here? Are you here to find me? Are you finally willing to see me?"

His eyes were full of expectation, like a child who had waited for a long time and finally received the gift he wanted.

Leng Ningshuang shook her head: "I have come here to request an audience with your Sect Master.

I ask Young Master Shen to please introduce me."