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Shushan was in chaos. Wenyuan High Person temporarily activated the grand formation, isolating Red Cotton Peak from the inner peaks to prevent outsiders from causing trouble amid the disorder. Within Shushan, disciples flew about in every direction, while spirit birds and exotic beasts moved in groups, all working to rebuild the sect gates.

At that moment, the Whale-Riding Immortal sensed a strand of divine awareness, seemingly some sort of message. He immediately raised his head and took one step, appearing outside the mountain-guarding formation. With another step, he had arrived atop a barren mountain dozens of li away.

A middle-aged man dressed in a blue daoist robe was waiting there. His cultivation did not seem low.

The Whale-Riding Immortal had worn a relaxed expression, but the moment he saw that daoist robe, his eyes sharpened, his gaze turning like that of a lion or tiger spotting prey.

"Don't be nervous. I have come to deliver a message on someone else's behalf," the man said indifferently. "My name is Yang Buwei. You may have heard my name before."

"I haven't," the Whale-Riding Immortal replied directly.

"..." The other man choked for a moment, then paused before saying, "You are still too young."

"Who sent you to deliver this message? Someone from the Divine Ruins Temple?" the Whale-Riding Immortal asked.

"You should be able to guess who it was, shouldn't you?" Yang Buwei said. "Naturally, the person you long for day and night."

The Whale-Riding Immortal's gaze lit up at once. He seemed about to ask something, but after hesitating, he held it back.

"She knew you were going to find her, so she asked me to bring you some words," Yang Buwei said. "She knew it was impossible to stop you, and she was willing to advance and retreat alongside you.