"Where is Zhao Family Village?"
Ding Ling continued to ask.
The old man saw Ding Ling dressed in fine clothes and with an extraordinary aura, clearly a person of importance. Somewhat nervous, he hunched slightly and said haltingly:
"I don't know where it is either. I just know that if you walk ahead for more than twenty miles, you might reach Qingyun Town."
"Qingyun Town?"
The names of various small towns flashed through Ding Ling's mind, and he really couldn't recall a place called Qingyun Town on the Jiuzhou Land for a moment.
Then he looked at the young woman:
"I wonder, young lady, if you know where this place is?"
"Lin'an."
The young woman saw Ding Ling, outstanding and handsome, a rare sight of beauty in this world, and for a moment, she was mesmerized. It wasn't until Ding Ling spoke that her face turned slightly red, and she shyly said:
"This Qingyun Town is a small town under the jurisdiction of Lin'an."
"Lin'an."
Ding Ling nodded and smiled:
"Thank you."
