Luopo Mountain.
Daoist Immortal Wei scratched his head, finding it utterly inconceivable. Yet a voice seemed to echo in his mind, more like the lingering resonance curling around the wooden hairpin. The young Daoist could only fiddle with the hairpin as he hurried up the mountain. At last, atop Jiling Peak, he found two heads huddled together in whispered conversation. He told the green-robed young boy and the black-clothed little girl, "The Mountain Lord will be coming home soon."
Little Millet and Chen Lingjun exchanged a smile and raised their hands. They high-fived. "Alright! Tomorrow, we're off to roam the rivers and lakes!"
Central Divine Continent, Dragon Tiger Mountain Celestial Master Mansion.
The young sword cultivator temporarily staying here as a guest had bright brows and open features, without the slightest trace of sorrow.
Zhao Tianlai, whose handsome features remained unchanged despite his head of white hair, smiled. "The sword and seal passed down through generations in the Celestial Master Mansion may not truly have been destroyed. The true ritual sword and ritual seal lie in the Dao and in the practice of every Dragon Tiger Mountain Daoist, myself included."
Xiao Mo nodded. "I couldn't agree more."
Zhao Tianlai said, "Why not rest at the mansion for a few days, Mr. Xiao Mo?"
Xiao Mo politely declined. "I will not remain here and disturb your quiet cultivation, Fellow Daoist."
Zhao Tianlai smiled and nodded. "I understand."
Xiao Mo directly activated the Three Mountains Talisman and crossed continents to Luopo Mountain. His cultivation was too low; the moment he arrived at the mountaintop, his body began to sway. A Sable Hat Girl seized the chance to embrace him, bursting into laughter.
The ten-tailed Sky Fox coiled in a circle atop the high platform softly asked, "Celestial Master, do you truly not