Without Chen Ping'an needing to ask, Lu Chen understood at once. It was as though he had begun rummaging through a discarded scroll that had been lost somewhere inside Chen Ping'an's bookcase.
The two Dao Cultivators atop Ink Wash Peak were like two gods overlooking all living beings upon the earth. Within their sight, mountains were as small as mustard seeds and rivers as thin as threads, yet every person and object was visible down to the finest detail, with nowhere to hide.
Within this Mountain and River Scroll, there was no straw-sandaled youth who had wandered here, nor was there Pei Qian, who should have come from Tongye Continent to Hehuan Mountain. Everything else remained exactly as before.
The sickly peddler and the man boiling livers and entrails in a pot were still killed here by the young sword cultivator from the Tiancao Prefecture Zhang Clan. Only the crane-cloaked scholar and the headless female ghost carrying an umbrella remained, and the two groups respectively headed for Fangle Town. The dark-skinned young woman calling herself Qing Ni was entrusted by Zhou Qiu to the old Martial Cultivator Qi Song, whose halberd-like beard and belly resembled a frog's, and taken away from the town, with his disciple Lu Mo accompanying them. Upon those mountain ridges and cliff rocks, they still encountered State Protecting True Person Cheng Qian and Zhang Qiong, who was about to perform divination. Zhang Qiong still put away those tortoise shells solely because the young woman had come upon her monthly bleeding, violating a taboo of divination. Since Lu Mo had never met Lu Chen, this female Martial Cultivator, who in her previous life had been a close attendant to a dragon maiden, lost in this life the tremendous fortune that could have sent her onto the path