Two figures drifted silently down from the sea of clouds onto a mountain ridge beside a stretch of the Ximei River: a green-robed young boy with his hands behind his back, and a man in a yellow hat and green shoes carrying a Green Bamboo Staff.
Chen Lingjun was deeply worried. Anxiously, he asked, "Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo, what did you find?"
Earlier at Luopo Mountain, everything had been fine. Everyone had gathered in the old cook's courtyard, listening to Brother Dafeng ramble on.
Then Xiao Mo suddenly said something had happened at the village school. It seemed that Young Master's aura had abruptly vanished.
By all reason, that should have been absolutely impossible. Though Chen Ping'an had deliberately gathered in his qi and fist intent over there, making himself no different from an ordinary person, as a Limitless Martial Cultivator, even in sleep he occupied a mysterious state akin to being protected by spirits. How could he simply vanish? Besides, everyone at Luopo Mountain knew that the Mountain Lord was acting as a schoolteacher at the village school and ordinarily would not reveal his identity.
That was why Xiao Mo had come here to take a look, and Chen Lingjun had followed him to get to the bottom of it.
Xiao Mo smiled. "It's all right. Daoist Master Lu accompanied Young Master on a trip through the Dragon Palace ruins."
The moment he heard it was that Sect Master Lu from White Jade Capital, Chen Lingjun heaved a sigh of relief, but his head still swelled to twice its size.
If possible, Chen Lingjun truly never wanted to see Lu the Third again—the man who clearly needed to find a doctor immediately and have his brain checked for illness.
When it came to unwavering loyalty toward their old master,