Clever people spoke to each other with just a hint and stopped there.
Zhao Xuyong, on the other hand, listened in bewilderment. He had not understood what Meng Changjun was talking about at all. He wanted to ask for clarification, but found he could not get a word in, so he gave up.
"On this return to Azure Cloud Sect, I may enter secluded cultivation. If Brother Luo Zheng wants to find me, he can go directly to Forget Worry Peak," Meng Changjun said again.
Forget Worry Peak was extremely powerful, ranking fourth among Azure Cloud Sect's Thirty-Three Peaks. The vast majority of the Forget River Meng Clan's family disciples were on this peak.
"So Brother Meng Changjun is a disciple of Forget Worry Peak. Once I return to Azure Cloud Sect, I will certainly pay you a visit." Luo Zheng nodded.
Luo Zheng had no intention of currying favor. He understood that if one wanted to establish a foothold in the world, borrowing someone else's "influence" was useless. In any situation, only one's own strength was truly dependable.
However, Meng Changjun was someone worth befriending.
After bidding farewell, Meng Changjun and Zhao Xuyong went to board a giant Flying Carriage back to Azure Cloud Sect.
On the way back from the main camp, Lu Xiao remained silent.
Although Lu Xiao knew that Meng Changjun and Luo Zheng had gone to great lengths to "fish" him out, and he felt grateful for that, how could he possibly feel good when he thought of his dead brothers? As a centurion of the Imperial Army who had led soldiers into countless bloody battles, Lu Xiao should have grown accustomed to life-and-death farewells. He had even watched his own brothers die on the battlefield without ever feeling such heart-wrenching agony.
But this time