Once Feng Buping and the others had settled down, everything on Mount Hua proceeded far more smoothly.
Yet while everything appeared perfectly ordinary on the surface, no one knew of the torment Feng Buping and the others had endured during this time.
Especially after Feng Buping and the other two paid a visit to Feng Qingyang. They did not dare conceal anything and recounted everything in full. Feng Qingyang was first shocked, then horrified.
In the end, he directly warned them not to indulge in unrealistic dreams.
He told them they lacked both the means and the ability.
Since they were already aboard the ship, they should diligently carry out the tasks assigned by the sect leader. What did not concern them was none of their business. Meddling in it was a grave taboo.
On Chaoyang Peak, the sun had just risen when Gu Hui was already seated in meditation, cultivating the Zixia Divine Skill.
Through his experiments, he had found that cultivating the Zixia Divine Skill at this hour produced the best results.
After finishing his circulation, he saw Feng Qingyang standing atop a stone slab in the distance.
"Grand Martial Uncle, are your hands itching again? Do you want to spar with this disciple?"
Facing the grinning Gu Hui, Feng Qingyang rolled his eyes.
"Cut it out. Stop playing dumb in front of me, brat. Honestly, I truly cannot see through you. You joke and laugh all day long, without the slightest bit of a sect leader's dignity. Still, thank you for this. After my warning, they will not stir up trouble again."
Gu Hui waved a hand, completely unconcerned. "Why are you being so polite with me? If I had wanted to make a move against them, I would have done so long ago. I also