Although the Flame God Cult now had its own sect headquarters, which looked as grand and magnificent as an imperial palace, and all its disciples were housed in those large buildings, the headquarters sat in the middle of a lake, easy to defend and difficult to attack, with stunning scenery. Its status and prestige had risen overnight, making the disciples feel proud and important. But today, Li Xiaoyao was sitting with Wang Xiaohu atop the headquarters' tall tower, gazing out over the lake and surrounding mountains, and he just couldn't bring himself to feel happy.
"Senior Brother..."
"Are you really not going to look for Sister Ling'er?"
Sitting with Li Xiaoyao on the tower's viewing platform railing, heedless of the danger, Wang Xiaohu looked down at the sheer cliff and the headquarters' dock far below, where even the boardwalk was hard to make out. At last, he couldn't help asking timidly.
Wang Xiaohu was certainly worried about Sister Ling'er, that immortal-like young woman. After all, when they hadn't even known each other, she had given him medicine. Without her, his father, Old Wang, might already have had grass growing three feet high over his grave. Wang Xiaohu would never forget that kindness so soon.
"Of course I'm going!"
"But that old hag thinks I'm too weak. She won't let me..."
"I can't beat her, and I can't run away either..."
"She even specifically told Zhang Si and Uncle Shuisheng not to take me off the island. I can't go, even if I want to!"
As he spoke, Li Xiaoyao's already gloomy expression darkened further. He looked ready to leap from the tower to the beach beneath the cliff, as if a fall could put an end to all his troubles.
"That's true..."
"Aunt Li definitely won't let you go. Besides,