Outside the courtyard, Xu Ziqing listened to Chu Huai Xu's words and instantly froze, as if struck by lightning.
"Senior Brother."
He could not help speaking, his voice carrying a slight tremor.
He naturally understood what Chu Huai Xu meant.
He was going to accompany him to Ask the Sword Spring Autumn Mountain!
The delicate-looking youth only felt his throat tighten.
He was still a youth, after all, and had let his imagination run wild after drinking last night.
He had wondered whether he would run into his enemy after going to Spring Autumn Mountain.
"Spring Autumn Mountain is so vast, and there are so many disciples within the sect. In fact, it's more likely that we won't see them."
"After all, Senior Brother said that this trip is for official business."
"Besides, with Grandmaster accompanying us, the ones who come to receive us will certainly only be the higher-ups of Spring Autumn Mountain."
"But what if—what if we do see them?"
Xu Ziqing did not know what he would feel, nor what state he would be in.
Just imagining it made him feel the blood throughout his body boil, and his eyes began to fill with blood vessels.
But since he had promised Senior Brother that official business came first, he would endure it.
He could not let himself ruin Senior Brother's important matter.
He had already drunk quite a lot of Spirit Wine the previous night, so after returning to his room, he had been lost in thought for quite some time.
In theory, as a medicine jar, he should have begun meditating immediately to digest the medicinal power in the fine Spirit Wine.
Yet he had sat blankly on the meditation cushion for a full half an hour before finally sitting cross-legged and beginning his cultivation.
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