A flicker of worry crossed the young woman's brow. "Why do you ask? What problem could there be between us?"
"It's been so long, and he still hasn't come to see you." The man snorted. "No matter how busy the Ming Cult's affairs are, Guangming Peak isn't all that far from Yarkand. Can't he really spare even a little time?"
The two were Huo Qingtong of the Muzhuolun Tribe and her elder brother, Huo Ayi. This time, she had accompanied her brother to Western Xia to attend the Princess's marriage selection.
"Sect Leader Zhang must have something important to deal with. There has been no news of him for several months now. Rumor has it that he is in seclusion, cultivating an unparalleled divine skill," an elderly man at the side said gravely. He was naturally Yuan Shixiao, the Mysterious Hero of Tianchi.
"Grandfather, Sect Leader Zhang's martial arts are already so formidable. What peerless martial art does he still need to cultivate?" The beautiful young woman in purple beside him was filled with curiosity. She was Yuan Ziyi, Yuan Shixiao's granddaughter.
"There is always someone stronger, and a sky beyond every sky. Though Sect Leader Zhang's martial arts are high, there are several men in the Mongol Empire whose skills do not fall below his. Moreover, there are rumors that Temujin has spent these past years cultivating a Demonic Sect Secret Method, making his martial arts unfathomably profound. I fear no one alive can match him." Yuan Shixiao's tone was full of worry, and deep in his eyes lingered traces of fear.
"Not even Song... Song Qingshu could defeat him?" A handsome man nearby spoke with a complicated expression.
Yuan Shixiao pondered as he answered, "Over the years, Temujin has slain countless peerless masters from the western nations. Even