Sacred Hall.
Tao Ze rarely left the rear mountain of Dian Jiao Peak. He donned that solemn red instructor's Daoist robe.
He raised his head and looked at the verdant mountain peak standing tall and handsome ahead.
Among Sacred Hall's many peaks, this one was definitely among the tallest and largest.
Aside from the undisputed core, Xuan Ge Mountain, only the peaks where the twelve academies stood could rival a mountain of this scale.
An inner disciple in a green Daoist robe flew over and stopped in front of Tao Ze.
She was a female disciple with a graceful figure and rather lovely features.
A crescent moon emblem rested upon her chest.
"May I ask why Instructor Tao has suddenly come to our Moon Academy?" The disciple gave a slight salute and asked earnestly.
"I have come to visit Daoist Qing Xia. Please report my request," Tao Ze returned the salute.
"Master is in seclusion and will not receive visitors," the disciple said, neither servile nor overbearing.
"Just tell her that I am looking for her," Tao Ze said.
A trace of confusion flashed through the female disciple's eyes.
Instructors could fly freely between the various peaks. If Tao Ze truly knew Daoist Qing Xia well, he would not need to make such a polite report and request permission. He could simply go find her.
If he needed to report and seek permission, it meant the two did not share any deep friendship.
Moreover, she had entered Moon Academy nearly a hundred years ago. She knew that her master had a gentle disposition and preferred solitude. The only instructor who visited regularly was Shang Dairong from East Spirit Peak.
Tao Ze, meanwhile, had spent years living in seclusion on Dian Jiao Peak. He was famously low-key within Sacred Hall and