"Get lost."
Those two words sounded like heavenly music to the Qingyuan Sect disciples.
A moment ago, they had been trembling in fear. Now, as if granted a pardon, they scrambled toward the rubble and frantically pried Zhao Qingshi out of the stone tablet. His bones were shattered all over, and he was embedded in the stone.
Not one of them dared leave behind a threat. They hoisted their half-dead elder onto their shoulders, unleashed their fastest Evasion Techniques, and turned into several panicked streaks of Flowing Light that vanished in an instant at the edge of the Mysterious Stone Plains.
Only after the Qingyuan Sect and the others had disappeared completely did Gu Chengming turn around.
Xu Huaiyi stood a few paces away, her Judge's Brush already put away. She felt rather conflicted.
Gu Chengming met Xu Huaiyi's gaze and couldn't help finding it amusing. "Fellow Daoist Xu, why are you looking at me like that?"
Xu Huaiyi composed herself and teased him with a helpless smile. "I was just thinking that if I ever spar with Fellow Daoist Gu again, I'd better bring pancakes and scallions in advance, so I don't end up taking three-tenths more damage for nothing."
Gu Chengming smiled but said nothing more.
After a brief rest, the two stepped across the wreckage of the Formation strewn across the ground and officially set foot on the blue-brick path leading to Zhou Shrine.
The instant they crossed an invisible boundary, Gu Chengming keenly sensed a change in the laws of the world around them.
The chaotic, disordered Spatial Turbulence around the outskirts of the Heavenly Que had been completely smoothed away here. In its place, Gu Chengming discovered a rather troublesome problem.
He closed his eyes and sensed the situation in his sea of consciousness.
Burial