A Visit

Although they flew toward Lou Guan City in the northeast, Lu Qi's sword was nowhere near as fast as Qin Jiu's, and he wasn't taking Zheng Zetian straight back to the city, either. After flying for about half the night, he descended into a pitch-black mountain region.

Zheng Zetian wasn't worried in the least. Lu Qi had tried to get him killed right to his face plenty of times, but he'd never openly made a move. He always acted like, I just looked away for a moment, and the kid went and got himself killed. It's his own fault for not being tougher.

Still, it was clear that Lu Qi had snuck him here because he was wary of Ink Bamboo Mountain's rules. He knew that bullying a junior and harming a fellow disciple would surely violate the giant's taboo—and could get him executed.

After all, Lu Qi had no reason to risk it. He was one of the few people in the sect who could read the Great Learning, had inherited the Taishu secret arts, and was a closed-door disciple of Mo Mountain. He was also on the verge of becoming head of the Railway Institute. His future was bright, and he certainly didn't want a brat like Zheng Zetian damaging his standing with the giant.

Besides, he was only at the Nascent Soul Realm. Even if he wanted to compete with Qin Jiu for the position of senior brother, he was still far behind in strength. It wasn't something he could make up overnight, so there was even less reason to commit some pointless act of fratricide now and put others on their guard.

So Zheng Zetian wasn't worried that Lu Qi would fly to some uninhabited mountaintop, kill him, and bury the body. When the sword light