"Congratulations to Senior Brother Ge on finding such a fine disciple!"
A voice carried over from Huayang Peak.
"Haha! Old Man Ge finally has someone to carry on his legacy?"
A teasing voice came from Evergreen Peak.
An indignant voice sounded from Heavenly Mechanisms Pavilion. "It's not someone to carry on his legacy—it's a turtle! Old Man Ge is downright underhanded, taking the Dragon Turtle as his disciple without a word!"
The congratulations immediately turned into a chorus of condemnation.
Old Daoist Ge's laughter resounded throughout Qing Yuan.
Su He trembled. So there were still so many elders from Qing Yuan Sect's previous generation.
Su Hua Nian's generation had likely stepped onto the stage four hundred years ago and risen to prominence three hundred years ago. The generation before hers had to be at least five or six hundred years old.
Those few familiar with Old Daoist Ge had probably all entered the sect together over a thousand years ago.
Anyone who could live that long was surely a person of profound cultivation.
In popular terms, this was Qing Yuan Sect's foundation.
Su He carried Feng Ya Ya toward Listening Sea Lake. The little girl had made herself sound so pitiful—there was no one at home, it was dark as pitch, and she was all alone and helpless...
Among the twenty-eight newly built islets on Listening Sea Lake, quite a few had pavilions and towers built against the mountains and beside the water. There was no shortage of places for the little girl to sleep.
As for food...
Judging by the ferocity of Tranquil Peace Hall's auntie roaring as she pursued and killed the two of them from behind, they had most likely stolen something precious today.
Inside Burden Mountain Space, six bamboo steamers lay quietly.
Su He had only