A traveling party had bid farewell to Luopo Mountain. There was a young Daoist with a Peachwood Sword on his back, a beautiful woman in plain dress with a thornwood hairpin, a little girl holding a Green Bamboo Staff, a jade-faced boy, and a spirited girl. Together they had passed through bustling cities and towns, villages where cooking smoke rose, and remote mountains and ridges. At their leisurely pace, they had reached the border of Chuzhou.
Chai Wu, the youngest of them, wore a bundle slung across her body, held the Green Bamboo Staff, and carried a small book chest on her back. Her steps were light and her breathing long and steady.
Who could have imagined that this Upper Five Realms Sword Immortal was as young as her tender face and small stature suggested?
The ancient road was covered in hoofprints. Beside it stood a Rest Pavilion, where they stopped to rest. Azaleas bloomed fiercely on the ridge. The Old Celestial Master formed a hand seal and closed his eyes to rest. Chai Wu took off her book chest and bundle, set down her Hiking Staff, then closed her eyes and sat cross-legged, copying him.
The Qing Qiu Fox Lord, who had taken the name Madam Xu, had just made a trip to Qingfeng City and soon returned, without keeping them waiting long. When traveling these days, she presented herself as a countrywoman. She had picked wildflowers in the mountains and woven two garlands, which she placed on Chai Wu's and Cao Yang's heads.
Since the matter could involve the survival of a famous Daoist Arena, she had hidden nothing from the Old Celestial Master. She could not have concealed it anyway. She told him plainly that she had gone to settle an old score. Now that she had