At that moment, a clear, gentle voice suddenly drifted into the flying vessel. "Holy Son Pei, may I ask whether you've seen Daoist Wenren from Yanxi City, or Daoist Yan from the Cold Abyss Sword Sect?"
Hearing that voice, Wenren Lingshe immediately lowered her hand, pretending nothing had happened.
Pei Ling also called out, "May I ask who you are?"
Outside the flying vessel, a graceful figure stood in midair. Her black hair was like ink, her brows long and her eyes almond-shaped. Her coiffure rose like piled clouds, with a pair of luan hairpins tucked into it. She wore a jade-colored Daoist robe, cinched at the waist with an orange sash. The robe billowed in the gale, lending her an even more ethereal, transcendent air.
At that moment, Zhen Jianghui held her hands before her abdomen, one hand supporting a jade ruyi. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her bright eyes fixed unblinkingly on the enormous flying vessel before her. Her aura was restrained, but she was ready to strike at any moment.
After receiving word that the Mountain Lord had emerged from seclusion and would fight Pei Ling in northwestern Ci Province, she had planned to bring Wenren Lingshe and Yan Sichun along to watch.
Yet although both women were staying in her cave abode, they had vanished in the time it took her to turn around. She had searched the entire cave, but found neither of them!
Sensing that something was amiss, Zhen Jianghui immediately used Jiuyi Mountain's Shadow Tracking Technique to search for Wenren Lingshe and Yan Sichun.
Then she had followed their traces to Pei Ling's flying vessel!
Though the Chongming Sect Holy Son was only a junior, his cultivation was profound and his strength exceptional. Neither Daoist Wenren nor Daoist Yan could possibly match