Wu De and Feng Yang were old friends, and they were both headed for the heart of the Land of Chaos. Naturally, they would travel together. Ling Tian and Feng He had hit it off at first meeting, too, and the two had agreed to spar along the way. There was certainly no shortage of time for that.
"It's rare for old friends to meet again. At the level our masters have reached, they don't have much left to pursue. Being able to reunite with a kindred spirit is something worth looking forward to." Ling Tian nodded, sounding rather moved and expectant. "When we meet again in a few thousand years, I imagine we'll be just like them. By then, we'll surely share a good many drinks, too."
"Haha, we certainly will. From today on, I'll call you my brother." Feng He laughed heartily, then glanced at Lian Yue and the others. "Your Lingxiao Pavilion really is full of strange and wonderful people. You've got members of every race. Seeing you all get along so well makes me envious."
"If you're envious, then come visit my Lingxiao Pavilion more often. We can have a few drinks together," Ling Tian invited him.
"Good. It's a deal." Feng He nodded emphatically, then smiled. "When this Cultivator Assembly ends, I'll go to Lingxiao Pavilion with my master. You see, my master is now a guest elder of Lingxiao Pavilion, so he'll have to oversee things there for a while. And I'd like to see what your pavilion is like, too."
"Good." Ling Tian smiled and nodded in agreement.
The bright moon hung overhead, and stars dotted the sky. That night was destined to end with everyone thoroughly drunk, and Ling Tian and the others talked merrily.
The next morning, Wu De and Old