With her feet planted in the yellow sand, the girl drew a deep breath.
She knew that from here on, there was probably nothing left for her to worry about... They had chased him all the way here; her master would likely be unable to hold back from stepping in.
The calmer things seemed, the more it meant her master was about to act.
But to her surprise, Mr. Moyu wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he gazed at the young man who had soared into the air, seeming like a spirit sword waiting to be drawn.
He smiled faintly.
Only she knew that there was no road ahead.
Now that they had come this far, there was no need to rush.
After thinking for a moment, she turned to Dongfang Mingyue behind her and said, "Those few days you spent at the Daoist temple before were a case of forcing seedlings to grow by pulling them up. Even if you broke through nine realms in a single day, you still hadn't understood that haste makes waste."
Or perhaps, at that moment, she simply couldn't understand where Wang Xian could possibly have found such a heaven-defying opportunity.
Or perhaps it was only a fearless, ignorant young man like Wang Xian—
who couldn't appreciate the value of that jar of spirit wine or that divine flower.
He had actually cooked them into a pot of soup, just to repay his master's kindness. In the end, four girls who'd come knocking to collect a debt had gotten to enjoy it...
Only the old Daoist of White Cloud Temple knew what his disciple was thinking.
Even if Wang Xian had plucked the stars from the sky, he would have saved half for his master.
Neither of them ever explained their thoughts to outsiders. Nor