"Please."
Mu Zi smiled faintly, then her figure flashed. In the next moment, she had appeared outside.
Seeing that Mu Zi had finally agreed, a faint ripple surfaced in Shi Luo's eyes. He immediately followed after her and vanished from the pavilion, leaving behind an afterimage formed from golden light.
"Mu Girl is in fine spirits." Qing Yue's gaze pierced through the void and came to rest on the figure draped in a kasaya, a trace of interest appearing in her eyes.
Great Spirit Mountain's foundation was somewhat inferior to that of the Buddhism Ancient Clan, but because of the special nature of its arts, it possessed quite a few remarkable methods.
Qing Yue spent years in quiet cultivation within the Buddhism Ancient Clan. Toward such fresh things, she still had considerable interest, and so she began to watch the two of them discuss the Dao.
"Tch."
On the other side, Ling Er looked at Shi Luo outside with her large eyes and lightly curled her lip. This great monk had come to visit again and again, yet was not annoyed when refused. Whether he had any real skill was still unknown, but his thick-skinned cultivation had clearly reached perfection.
It was only an exchange of cultivation insights. Was there any need to be so persistent? A trace of suspicion could not help but arise in Ling Er's heart.
In the sky, Mu Zi and Shi Luo stood facing each other, feet planted on the void. Neither of them concealed their tracks, and their appearance drew the attention of the various experts in Sacred Abyss.
"Shi Luo."
On a mountain peak, Qin Tian stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Shi Luo in the sky. A strange gleam flashed through his deep eyes.
"This poor monk will make