Three days flashed by.
In the small courtyard on the back mountain of Pure Moon Chan Heart Academy, where Lay Buddhist Bai Yue had ascended, disciples chattered noisily around Xiang Yuan. Some held his hands, others tugged at his arms, surrounding him three layers deep and three layers wide until not even water could pass through.
They really didn't treat their martial uncle like an outsider!
People's joys and sorrows were never the same. Xiang Yuan only found them noisy. Seeing Ji Muqing standing in the courtyard in flowing white robes, while an invisible force shrouded the skies above Compassionate Ferry Salvation Peak, a huge lotus-like halo slowly spread open. Xiang Yuan broke free of the surrounding restraints and quickly escaped the flock of chirping girls.
"Cultivate diligently. Do not keep your martial uncle waiting above for too long."
Xiang Yuan offered a word of encouragement. Only after the disciples bowed in salute did he nod in satisfaction.
These past three days of running around had exhausted him. Because he was kind and lacked the airs of an elder, they had secretly taken quite a few liberties with him.
It was understandable. The disciples were all at an age of curiosity, and it was his fault for having too many halos as their martial uncle.
Xiang Yuan stood beside Ji Muqing. As she slowly rose into the air, he too floated up after her.
Standing shoulder to shoulder, the two of them came into contact with the ascension passage.
There was hope!
I could enter!
At first, Xiang Yuan had not been acknowledged by the ascension passage. Only after he managed to rub against its threshold did he sense something, following the powerful suction into the ascension passage.
Just in case, he grabbed Ji Muqing's wrist.
Wait, where was the