Taiqing World was a place where mountains met the sea and spiritual energy surged, like a world of true immortals.
Lotus Jade Island lay in the northeastern corner of Taiqing World. It covered little ground and was shaped like a lotus. There were no palaces or pavilions on the island, only all kinds of vegetation.
Even the residence where the two fairies, Qin and Yu, cultivated in seclusion consisted of just a few wooden huts and bamboo shelters built between the branches of towering ancient trees.
As soon as Du Kui set foot on Lotus Jade Island, the sight before him, as beautiful as a painting, eased his troubled mood considerably.
In truth, he had spent the past few days consumed by regret and rage.
He hated Wang Qianqiu, and he hated himself.
He was the dignified Young Sect Master of the Taiqing Upper Sect, yet he had done something in Heavenly Dome Hall that made him want to retch whenever he thought of it afterward.
Worse still, Long Danqing had made no attempt to conceal it.
The whole affair had been laid bare before his father, Du Kanglin, the sect master of the Taiqing Upper Sect, and several core elders.
In his fury, Du Kanglin immediately stripped Du Kui of his duties. If not for several core elders holding him back, he would have subjected him to a severe punishment.
Humiliated and enraged, Du Kui had barely slept for days. The more he thought about it, the more stifled he felt.
He hated Wang Qianqiu to the bone and thought of revenge every day, yet he lacked the nerve to storm into Donghua World and pick a fight with him.
After much brooding, Du Kui actually managed to uncover a few clues.
He recalled that day in Heavenly Dome