"This place lies another six hundred li due north. That should be where the Time Secret Realm is located."
Li Qingque did not continue leading the way. After a pause, he said, "So, Brother Chen, it is time for us to have a proper contest."
Chen Sanshi looked at him without speaking.
"What?"
Li Qingque lifted his chin. "Surely you do not intend to go back on your word and simply take the Fortune Silk and the Chaos Green Lotus? We agreed earlier to compete fairly and decide who the prize would fall to."
Qin Feng was instantly startled. "So it was you who fired Qingxuan Sect's darts. What exactly was your purpose in luring us here?"
Lei Feng took out a round disk at those words, waved it before everyone as if showing it off, then pressed the black stone in its center.
He immediately drew the Immortal Cloud Sword. A streak of cold light flashed through the noodle shop, and the Wooden Staffs in every thug's hands were snapped by the Immortal Cloud Sword in an instant.
"The sect master has returned?" The old man's expression changed, and bitterness filled his face. Since Ji Yunpeng had killed Gong Ming, he must have enraged him. Gong Ming was someone he had brought in, and before leaving, he had entrusted the sect to Gong Ming. Naturally, he bore responsibility.
The enthusiasm for the start of school had drained away after they climbed the stairs, thinking they had reached their destination. They no longer had the strength to carry the table.
Luo Ting gazed out the window. It was already dusk. He had actually spent the whole afternoon spacing out in Zhang Ziyin's room.
Early the next morning, Cen Dai rose before dawn. The fierce wind outside had already died down,