King Shuyong stayed at Wuyu Peak for three days and conferred with Liu Daolin several times. During that time, he also met Jian Shao. Overall, the discussions had not gone well.
While privately discussing matters with Zheng Yao, King Shuyong said indignantly, "Although the Eight Formations Gate of Pingdu is one of the world's ten great sects, they are different from the other great sects. Everyone knows how scattered the Five Elements Formation lineages are, making them difficult to unite. Yet they really think they are something? Each one is more arrogant than the last, especially this Liu Daolin, who has never even looked at—"
"Every method has been tried, but none of them worked." There was a thread of despair in Xiao Zhe's voice.
He did not know why she was crying. He had always thought she was afraid, so he held her tightly, keeping her in the place nearest his heart.
Only then did he learn that the old man was an extraordinary figure, and he no longer dared trouble him. After traveling thirty or forty li, Xing Dezheng encountered government escorts transporting valuables to the Capital City. He blocked their path and robbed them of roughly a thousand taels' worth of money.
A few seconds later, he truly saw those beloved eyes open again, just as he had wished.
The monkey first tilted his head and thought hard for a moment, but then immediately shook his head. He said he did not know his origins and had never met his father or mother. Ever since he became aware of himself, he had lived in the back mountain.
So now she wanted Xiao Zhe to say it once more, so that she could carefully confirm it again.
The young teacher who pushed open the classroom door stared blankly