Ningzhou Road.
In Yuanwu's small courtyard dojo, Yuxiao wore a green, narrow-sleeved, turned-collar robe with a white jade belt at his waist and a round cap on his head, making him look like a man from the Northern Continent.
Without the slightest restraint, he sat on the long bench beside the Eight Immortals Table in the courtyard, drinking tea alone as he watched figures from every faction rapidly vanish into the sky. He could not help but laugh. "The disciples of my Thousand Wood Temple have become quite capable too."
As he spoke, he looked at Yuanwu, who was handling timber in the yard. "That brat is truly lucky. He has taken more than half the good fortune in the world for himself."
Yuanwu was making plows from the wood, and a row of plows had already been placed beside the courtyard fence. Hearing Yuxiao's remark, he lifted his eyelids and looked at him. "If you had yielded back then, all the fate on him would have been yours."
"Do you believe that yourself?"
Yuxiao's tone was mocking. "And are the positions of the True Lords really so wonderful? Are they not also trapped in cages? Their cages are simply a little larger."
As he spoke, Xing Meng, the Nine-tailed Fox, darted out from the forest beside the courtyard and leaped onto her favorite stone stool in the yard. He Xi and Nian Chu also appeared in the courtyard amid a ripple of space.
Yuanwu ignored the three who had returned. Setting down his work, he stared at Yuxiao and asked, "What future did you see exactly?"
Yuxiao merely smiled without answering.
Xing Meng said, "Have you been plotting to leave this starry sky all along? When we found you before, you refused to leave no matter what. Yet this