Flying Fish

"Stay calm!"

Zhou Xinglie told himself this.

This was the outcome the two of them had anticipated long ago.

If such a situation truly arose, they had already prepared themselves mentally.

No scenes flashed through his mind, nor did he reminisce about the past. His gaze merely grew firmer and firmer, while the unease he had once carried gradually vanished as well, like a gust of wind melting into nature.

It pulled him free from his tense emotions, leaving behind only calmness and composure.

Alas. Zhou Xinglie could not help but sigh.

All these years, he had actually never considered things from this angle.

It was not entirely his fault. After all, he had not inherited Tu Shan Jun's legacy, whereas Wu Rong had not only received the inheritance but had also remained at Tu Shan Jun's side for over a hundred years. As a cultivator who was not thick-nerved, the examples Wu Rong had listed were merely meant to persuade his senior brother Zhou Xinglie. In truth, Wu Rong must have sensed something far deeper.

He needed to make careful plans with Wu Rong. The two of them alone might not necessarily be able to accomplish this.

Naturally, he could not make any moves now. They were within the sect, and under the watchful eyes of two Nascent Soul cultivators. As a late Golden Core cultivator, no little move of his could escape notice.

Given how much Master cared about them, he would likely catch him red-handed on the spot.

By then, Master probably would not even need to interrogate him before he spilled everything about his conversation with Junior Brother Wu.

They set sail.

The spirit vessel they released was like a lone skiff upon the sea of the skies. It looked small, yet its interior was vast,