A Banquet Invitation

This time, they were essentially taking the people from Tianfu Mountain on a leisurely tour, enjoying the beautiful scenery of Ink Bamboo Mountain, so there was no need to hurry. Shortly after the hour of the Goat, their flying boat reached the territory of Crane Head Peak.

Seeing the beautiful mountains and clear waters, the connected rivers and lakes, the spirit birds and immortal cranes flying back and forth among the clouds, and the many immortal residences standing side by side, Real Person Shuxin found it to be a truly first-rate blessed land and an excellent place to cultivate. She suggested they take their time. She said that Lou Guan City was full of ordinary folk, with smoke and dust blotting out the sky and foul air everywhere, making cultivation impossible. They should rest here and take the opportunity to guide the younger generation in Qi Refinement and breath regulation.

Song Dayou didn't object. After all, they would soon reach Ink Mountain territory, and that was no place to risk crossing in the middle of the night. So they landed and stayed for a while at the Crane Head Peak sanctuary.

Zheng Zetian was rather nervous. The first time around, Song Dayou had died at about this time. And the second time around, those demonic disciples from the Nangong family had lain in ambush near Qingting Peak, which wasn't far from here as the crow flew. So Zheng Zetian had to stay right by Song Dayou's side. If a corporate sniper suddenly showed up somewhere, he figured he could use the Black Lotus to block a whole burst of bullets.

As a result, when Ling Juan invited him to go play in the water among Crane Head Peak's streams and pools, Zheng Zetian politely declined. Song Dayou was quite pleased,