Last night, Jiang Siming had already spoken with both Zhao Ling and Shuiyue.
Zhao Ling had cried for a while last night. After Jiang Siming coaxed her for a long time, she finally cheered up.
Shuiyue, on the other hand, had shown no reaction. She had merely handed Jiang Siming a storage bag containing various pills and a talisman.
It was a Sound Transmission Talisman. If anything happened, Shuiyue had told Jiang Siming to tear it apart, and she would know.
The female disciples on Little Bamboo Peak also knew that Jiang Siming had left. Without Jiang Siming coming over to eat, they felt very unaccustomed to it.
Many of the female disciples were even listless. It seemed Old Jiang's month-long stay there had not been in vain.
After leaving Little Bamboo Peak, Jiang Siming planned to go straight down the mountain and slip away.
Who could have guessed that just after passing beneath Great Bamboo Peak, he would sense several waves of true qi from the mountain, along with the sounds of battle?
Even the disciple guarding the foot of the mountain was nowhere to be seen.
Curious, Jiang Siming went up the mountain. Just as he reached the mountainside of Great Bamboo Peak, he heard several noisy voices.
"Shorty! What right do you have to hit Xiao Fan?"
"How I discipline my own disciple is none of your business. What right does a junior like you have to butt in?"
"Shorty, don't push people too far!"
"Junior Brother, shut up!"
As they spoke, sword light clashed on the mountain, and divine abilities appeared one after another.
Only after Jiang Siming reached the mountaintop did he see the chaotic scene.
Two youths wearing Qingyun Sect robes were actually fighting Tian Buyi. Beside them stood a thickset, honest-looking youth who