Great Bamboo Peak.
Not long after everyone had left,
a blue-clad figure silently appeared beneath the eaves of Shou Jing Hall.
Ye Xuan yawned as he watched in the direction Zhang Xiaofan had disappeared.
"That takeoff posture..."
"If he took a driving test, he'd fail the second test miserably."
He shook his head and casually straightened his blue robe.
Without making any sort of gesture—or even summoning a magic weapon—
he drifted into the air, light as a leaf caught by the wind.
It was as if he were stepping on solid ground beneath his feet.
His figure flashed.
In an instant, he became a faint afterimage and vanished into the boundless Sea of Clouds.
He moved several times faster than Zhang Xiaofan, who had just flown off on his magic weapon.
And he did it in complete silence, without disturbing even the slightest wisp of cloud or mist.
At the foot of Qingyun Mountain,
four figures gathered together.
Qi Hao wore white robes and looked handsome and refined, with a sword on his back. He carried himself like a disciple of a prestigious sect.
Lu Xueqi was dressed in snow-white robes, with the Heaven's Path Divine Sword on her back. Cool and otherworldly, she seemed like a celestial maiden descended from the heavens, making people afraid to look directly at her.
Zeng Shushu held a folding fan and glanced this way and that, brimming with excitement.
Only Zhang Xiaofan hung back at the very end, looking completely out of place.
"Now that everyone's here, let's set off."
Qi Hao smiled faintly and glanced over the group.
At last,
his gaze lingered on Lu Xueqi for a moment before turning to Zhang Xiaofan.
"Junior Brother Zhang."
"It's a long journey to Kongsang Mountain."
"If your Magic Power runs low,