After admiring the Wa Huang Palace for a while, everyone went their separate ways. The place was still empty and needed to be furnished, and that would take time.
Once Xu Fengnian had gone some distance away, he gazed at the imposing Nuwa Temple in the distance and asked in astonishment, "Old Huang, what realm do you think your Brother Wang has reached?"
Old Huang shook his head, then answered with certainty, "Probably a Land Immortal! After all, he hasn't ascended to Heaven!"
Xu Fengnian hadn't expected Old Huang to give him such a pointless answer. He said irritably, "Could you do what Brother Wang just did?"
Old Huang smacked his lips, looking a little embarrassed. "Even if I could, it would probably take me ten days or half a month. I couldn't do it as effortlessly as Wang Yue."
Xu Fengnian hesitated before saying, "When you saw that Nuwa Statue just now, didn't it seem a little familiar?"
Old Huang paused, then asked uncertainly, "Could it be that Young Master has seen it before?"
Xu Fengnian couldn't recall anything, so he shook his head. "Forget it. No point thinking about that! There's a more important question now. With Wang Yue around, how is Hong Xixiang supposed to become the best under Heaven?"
Old Huang paused, then immediately understood. Xu Fengnian was referring to Hong Xixiang's vow not to leave Wudang until he became the best under Heaven.
As long as Hong Xixiang stayed on Wudang, he and Xu Zhihu, the eldest daughter of the Prince of Beiliang, might love each other, but they couldn't marry. After all, Xu Zhihu wasn't willing to go to Wudang Mountain.
It was a dead end.
Thinking of this, Old Huang asked, puzzled, "Then tell me—if he didn't have that burden, would Hong Xixiang