That night.
After True Person Yi Yan had settled Yu Ziyue and his master, he called over an elder.
This elder was a female cultivator named Hu Qinyi. She had an oval face, peach-blossom eyes, and hair that poured down like black silk. Though she wore a Daoist robe, it could not conceal her graceful figure. Her beauty could not exactly be called a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms or causing flowers to pale beside her, but she was still a rare beauty.
"Elder Hu, go to Soul Mountain first thing tomorrow morning and see whether there are any mortals nearby. If there are, have those ignorant commoners leave at once," True Person Yi Yan instructed her.
"Yes, Sect Master," Hu Qinyi replied.
The scene shifted.
The night sky was dotted with stars.
Beside a babbling brook, Li Zhōujūn had once again built a thatched cottage with his bare hands.
But at that moment, he was lying on the grass beside the stream, gazing up at the night sky. A sea of stars was reflected in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking about.
Suddenly, Li Zhōujūn turned his face to one side.
He saw the grass rustle, and a tiger-headed, tiger-brained boy of eight or nine crawled out from within it.
The moment he saw Li Zhōujūn, the boy's expression stiffened. He did not dare move.
"You little fellow, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Li Zhōujūn asked with a smile.
Upon hearing this, the boy swallowed his saliva and then spoke in a choked voice, "Oh, heavens, I've run into a ghost! I'm done for..."
Li Zhōujūn: "..."
He looked himself over somewhat uncertainly. He seemed perfectly normal. How did he look like a ghost?
"Little fellow, what makes you