Near Kongsang Mountain.
Two streaks of swordlight tore across the sky, covering a thousand miles in an instant.
The wind roared in their ears.
Zhang Xiaofan rode the Firewood Stick.
The golden staff beneath his feet was as steady as a mountain.
But he wasn't.
Even after they'd flown far away, he kept twisting his head to look back, like a rattle drum.
"Enough."
"Keep twisting your neck like that and someone will have to put it back for you..."
"Blood Dripping Cave has already collapsed. Why are you still looking?"
Ye Xuan rode his sword ahead of him, hands clasped behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the wind. He didn't even turn around.
"Seventh Senior Brother, I wasn't looking..."
Zhang Xiaofan's face reddened. He turned around awkwardly, and the Firewood Stick beneath his feet wobbled twice.
"You were..."
"Looking at the rocks. Admiring the scenery..."
"Just not at that girl in green."
Ye Xuan's tone was calm, with a lazy drawl.
"Senior Brother."
"The righteous and the demonic follow different paths..."
"Tell me, if we meet again, will we really have to fight?"
Zhang Xiaofan was even more embarrassed.
He held it in for a long while before finally asking in a muffled voice.
Ye Xuan raised an eyebrow at that.
The righteous and the demonic follow different paths?
In the Zhu Xian World, those four words were nothing less than the biggest joke—and the heaviest shackle.
But in Ye Xuan's eyes, they were about as useful as toilet paper.
"Xiao Fan."
"What makes someone righteous? What makes someone demonic?"
Ye Xuan slowed down and even stretched lazily in midair.
Zhang Xiaofan froze.
It was a question he'd never considered, and never dared to consider.
"Does being in the Qingyun Sect make someone righteous?"
"Does belonging to the