A dragon-boat ferry named Turning Ink shed its Illusion Technique at the edge of Zhengyang Mountain's territory and slowly headed north.
On the ferry, everyone from Luopo Mountain descended onto the deck.
Only Sui Youbian did not board. He chose to travel alone by sword.
Hong Xia and Pei Xiang still stood together. One was a Water Descendant who had successfully traveled the river and transformed into a flood dragon; the other was the Lord of Fox Kingdom. Both had begun as spirits of the mountains and marshes, and both now cultivated in the Lotus Root Blessed Land. At every meeting on Jise Peak, they felt out of place, so they tended to cling to each other. Even when they had nothing to say, they would stand together without thinking. As for Pei Xiang's earlier chance at a breakthrough, everyone had seen it, but no one made much of it—not even Pei Xiang herself. After all, even if she entered the Jade Pu Realm tomorrow, what would it change?
Zhu Lian stood with his back hunched and his hands behind him, chatting and laughing with Scholar Zhong Qiu.
Little Millet held her Hiking Staff and raced around Pei Qian, chattering about how she had hovered on the wind alongside her junior martial brother. She said she had been as still as a radish planted in a field, without budging an inch. Steady as could be. From start to finish, she had felt absolutely no nervousness—not even a drizzle's worth.
Chen Lingjun had begun working his mysterious Natal Divine Ability again, calling the Jade Pu Realm old sword cultivator who went by Yu Daoxuan his brother. The two got along splendidly.
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