Zhong Sheng Dao was different from Tian Wuxin. He knew nothing about excavating the ancient immortals' cave dwelling. When he charged in, his sword light blasted open the entire tunnel, connecting it to the karst cave beneath the mountain.
After Yuan Huazi was dragged into the karst cave, he caught his breath slightly. His arms transformed into purple dragons once more, and with a roar, he charged forward again, slamming into Zhong Sheng Dao's chest dozens of times in an instant.
The Bamboo Demon's Long Whip also swung away from Tian Wuxin, lashing above Zhong Sheng Dao's head into what was almost a chaotic mass. Yet mist filled the air, making the view clear one moment and blurred the next, impossible to discern—a realm like a paradise on earth.
"Peak Master, have you figured something out? Tell us about it too." Huan Chen's eyes darted nonstop as he spoke with his back hunched.
"Then, Master, what realm was that person called Xiao Lu in just now?" Zhu Yan'er asked curiously.
What Ye Hong said was indeed true. No one could move freely between several nations. Besides, the Ye and Li families' influence was limited to Luoshui alone. If not for the opening of the waterborne trade route, Luoshui would have long since ceased to matter to the Holy Court.
The two chatted as they walked along the bluestone path toward the summit. Zhu Yan'er had always wanted to ask Gu Qing what exactly the Art of Bian Ji was, but when the words reached her lips, she could not help swallowing them back down.
Time flew by. Just as the manor was immersed in a flurry of activity, more than a dozen extremely bedraggled figures appeared at the edge of the goblin territory.
She did not feel the slightest guilt.