Fifteen Years Passed Before She Knew It

Niujiao Mountain Ferry was no longer merely a stop for Great Li military ferries. More and more merchant vessels rose and fell there.

Pei Qian's eyes gleamed. All of those were immortal monies clattering into her master's pocket.

On this "long journey," since they were on their own turf, Pei Qian, with the black-clothed little girl beside her carrying a small shoulder pole and holding a Hiking Staff, felt that she could not possibly look any more imposing.

Zhou Mili had one tiny regret: she could not paste two slips of paper to her forehead, one reading Luopo Mountain Right Guardian and the other Mute Lake Great Water Monster.

Not far away, Chen Warm Tree was discussing trivial matters with Chen Lingjun, who was about to depart for Northern Juluzhou. Chen Lingjun yawned incessantly as he listened.

Pei Qian folded her arms, surveyed the surroundings, gazed upon her master's magnificent realm, then nodded softly in satisfaction.

Zhou Mili asked quietly, "Chen Lingjun is leaving. Shouldn't the two of us say a few words to him? Maybe squeeze out a few tears too, so we seem more sincere?"

Pei Qian rolled her eyes. "Did you eat all those Luopo Mountain rules like they were rice in your bowl?"

Freeing one hand, Pei Qian patted the little Short Winter Melon's head and said earnestly, "My master once said that principles are like a big white bowl, while all those things outside one's body are the food placed inside it. As long as you don't lose the bowl, you'll always have a meal to eat. So what are principles? I can't figure that out, and your muddled little head is even less capable. So we only need to remember Luopo Mountain's rules, and we won't go wrong."

Zhou Mili frowned, but her brow