After Ning Yao disembarked, she returned directly to the Five-Colored World. Chen Ping'an said he would be making a trip to Ascension City soon. Ning Yao merely nodded and said nothing. Chen Ping'an said he would definitely stay a few more days this time. Ning Yao still said nothing, only reaching over to straighten his collar.
As Liu Xianyang neared the borders of Western Peak, his heart flew home like an arrow. Before the Night Voyage Ship even docked, he rode his sword alone toward Northern Peak. Liu Sword Immortal deliberately flew close to the sea's surface, his sword light cleaving waves and splitting swells. When the great sun shone upon the sea, turning the rippling waters into a sheet of gold, Liu Xianyang looked up and let out a soft sigh. For no reason at all, he recalled words he had spoken long ago, words she seemed only to have repeated after him... Gathering those stray thoughts, Liu Xianyang sped up on his sword, leaving that glittering golden sea behind and plunging into layers upon layers of green mountains.
Earlier, when the archway at the foot of the mountain could be seen from afar, a young Daoist priest with a wooden hairpin in his hair sat beside a Bamboo Chair beneath the blazing sun. He held a crudely printed Daoist text high overhead. The sunlight was dazzling and harsh; reading a book directly beneath it would hurt his eyes, so he had come up with this method.
Of course, it was not because Luopo Mountain treated this gatekeeper, who had never been entered into its genealogy, with such stinginess that it refused to lend him genuine immortal family Daoist texts.
Immortal Wei felt that he himself was simply not up to the task. Those true spiritual texts and secret