"Fairy Mo!"
"Fairy Jin!"
"Wonderful! You two finally made it!"
At a quarter past nine that night, in a dark ravine north of the city, Mo Caihuan and Jin Xiaoli had just arrived at the rendezvous point on time when they saw Han Li flying toward them from the ravine. Dressed in the fitted robes of a Yellow Maple Valley cultivator, he bowed respectfully to them at once.
"Fellow Daoist Han."
"How are the preparations coming along?"
Mo Caihuan hurriedly returned his bow, then followed him down. The moment she landed, she spotted the four surviving members of the Mengshan Five Friends waiting below, along with Xiao Cuier and her grandfather, Xiao Zhen, who stood nearby bound hand and foot.
"Ah!"
"Sister Mo!"
Seeing Mo Caihuan and her companion arrive on time, Xiao Cuier turned around with a cheer and pulled a huge face. That was her way of greeting them.
"All right."
"There's no time to lose!"
"Fairy Mo, we should get moving."
Han Li gave them no time for further pleasantries. After checking that everyone was present and nothing had been forgotten, he hurriedly made the suggestion.
"Agreed."
"Friends of the Mengshan Five, you'll escort Sister Cuier and Elder Xiao on the road. Don't let anything seem amiss. We'll follow behind."
"Let's stick to the plan!"
Mo Caihuan nodded. Though she had a thousand things she wanted to say to Han Li, her spirited big brother, there was no chance to say them now. So she said nothing more. She merely touched the jade pendant at her waist, then turned and gave the Mengshan Five their instructions.
She knew the difference between what had to be done now and what could wait.
"Sure thing!"
"Don't worry, Fairy Mo!"
"Come on!"
"Miss Cuier, Old Master Xiao, you'll have to