Two streaks of light sped in from the distant horizon and descended onto a tall mountain.
"Qingyu, Senior Sister Li, you're finally back!"
"Junior Sister Xu, everyone's here, right?
Huh, why are you here? When did you arrive?"
Song Qingyu had barely swept her gaze across those before her when she spotted a bald little monk of seven or eight who had somehow appeared among the crowd. Surprise immediately flashed across her face.
"Hehe! Greetings, benefactors. A few months ago, this poor monk happened to cast a divination and learned that an opportunity would emerge in the northwest, so I came here to take a look.
Who would have thought I would happen to encounter all of you? It truly was ordained by Heaven. This poor monk has met his benefactors once more."
"Hmph! You little monk really have a silver tongue and a fierce face, spouting nonsense the moment you open your mouth. Everyone you meet is a benefactor!
I'm terribly sorry, but without a Tongtian Token, one can't enter the next level. Even if we wanted to be your benefactors this time, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do."
After following Song Qingming and the others to the Floating Cloud Mountain Range, Monk Jin Yun had remained at Funiu Mountain to cultivate and rarely left.
Song Qingyu had not expected that this little monk, who almost never ventured far from home, would take an interest in coming to the Tongtian Tower.
Seeing that Song Qingyu did not seem particularly welcoming in her words, Monk Jin Yun, long accustomed to acting familiar with strangers, did not mind in the slightest.
"Fellow Daoist Qingyu, rest assured. Since this poor monk has already divined the arrival of a benefactor, there is naturally no need to seek a Tongtian Token from others."