Snow Mountain Temple, Divine Child Xue Ying.
Hearing Xue Ying's self-introduction, Jin Ling'er couldn't help but frown.
She didn't like the people of Snow Mountain Temple, because their ranking was even higher than that of White Tiger Hall, and their status was no lower than her own. Jin Ling'er also didn't want to offend her.
Although Jin Ling'er appeared aloof and detached, she was actually very worldly-wise.
Xue Ying's intentions might not be pure, but now that she was being polite, Jin Ling'er couldn't be rude in return and tarnish the reputation of White Tiger Hall.
"So it's the Divine Son, I've heard a lot about you."
Seeing that Jin Ling'er was very cold to others but quite polite to herself, Xue Ying naturally felt elated as well.
"Not at all, I've also heard of the fame of the White Tiger Saintess for a long time, and seeing you today, you are even more beautiful than your reputation."