A Peak Master's Advice

After flying without a break for several days, Li Xiao finally made it back to the Three Origins Sect.

The moment he entered sect territory, he sensed an excitement unlike anything he had known there before.

The city outside the mountain gate was full of unfamiliar faces. Cultivators in all manner of dress moved through the streets in twos and threes. Some carried weapons, some had attendants, and others were loudly discussing the coming Candidate Saint Son Grand Tournament in roadside teahouses.

The Three Origins Sect was clearly making a grand affair of it. Not only had it invited the major sects to watch, it had also drawn plenty of Rogue Cultivators and curious onlookers.

Li Xiao did not linger in the city. He went straight back to his small courtyard.

Chen An was absent, probably cultivating somewhere. Li Xiao changed into the robes of a Flying Cloud Peak Inner Sect disciple, then glanced at his smooth, bare head in the bronze mirror and gave a rueful smile.

His face was still handsome, but paired with an Inner Sect disciple's robes, that bald head looked comical no matter how he saw it.

He put the thought aside and headed for the Flying Cloud Peak Master's residence.

The Flying Cloud Peak Master had been run off his feet lately. Representatives of the major powers were arriving at the sect one after another, and as master of a peak, he had to receive and entertain them. He barely had time to catch his breath.

But when he heard that Li Xiao had returned, he set aside the work in front of him and hurried back to his courtyard to see him.

When Li Xiao came through the gate, the Flying Cloud Peak Master was drinking tea at a stone table. At first