No Next Time

Spring thunder rumbled. Days of unbroken drizzle had drenched Wulong Mountain through and through, and the Wu Chao River was visibly rising, heralding the end of winter and the full arrival of spring.

Ganzhu Ridge was carpeted in flowers, many of which had never been seen before. No one knew what birds had carried them there from afar. Liu Xiaolou assigned Zhou Tong a task: compare them against the Qianji Fang and identify the flowers and grasses. They really did find two kinds of spirit herbs—Speckled Poison Tongue Orchid and Bee Infant Grass, five or six plants of each—and transplanted them all into the flower garden.

At this point, the Three Xuan Sect's flower garden contained six varieties of spirit flowers and spirit herbs.

Meanwhile, the two ghost banyans on the Front Mountain and back mountain had already passed ten years of age and stood over a zhang tall. When their vines lashed out, they were like iron whips, capable of shattering even rocks.

With the coming of spring that year, the number of Calling Cards received by the Three Xuan Sect suddenly multiplied. How to put it? They sprang up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

"The Longbai Sect is holding a Hundred Flower Festival and has invited us to the banquet. What do you think, Sect Leader?"

"Sister-in-law, if I remember correctly, this is the first time the Longbai Sect has sent us an invitation?"

"Yes. Come to think of it, their Hundred Flower Festival is quite renowned. Not only is it famous among the sects of the Zhanglong Sect, it is known throughout Jingxiang. I tested the waters before, but they ignored us completely. I asked around in private, and it seems Sect Leader offended them back then."

"Huh? How did that happen? I barely remember anything