"Of course not!" Wu Qingchou always felt Yue Mingsong harbored ill intentions. His nerve was far too great—he even dared set his sights on the Dance Fairy.
"Why not? We're fellow disciples now. She's my Eldest Sister, so can't I even have a heart-to-heart with her?" Yue Mingsong said.
Wu Qingchou rolled her eyes, utterly speechless at Yue Mingsong. "Senior Sister Luo is listening to an elder's lecture. Let's not disturb her."
No one else had noticed the battle of minds between Ning Xiaochuan and Luo Wu just now, but it could not escape Elder Ji, who had been giving the lecture. This immortal-looking old Daoist seated upon the stone platform glanced at the three of them, smiled faintly, rose to his feet, and announced, "We'll stop here for today. After you return, contemplate it carefully and strive for an enlightenment."
Having said that, Elder Ji took a small step into the void. When his foot came down, he was already standing before Ning Xiaochuan and the other two.
This was the profound Daoist art of Shrinking Miles into Inches. Even if separated by several miles, one could cross the distance in a single step.
A profoundly unfathomable Daoist suddenly appearing before him gave Yue Mingsong quite a fright. He had been about to say that he absolutely had to pay the Dance Fairy a visit to discuss such matters as the philosophy of life, but the words reached his lips and were immediately swallowed back down.
Wu Qingchou and Ning Xiaochuan both bowed to the old Daoist and promptly said, "Greetings, Elder Ji."
Yue Mingsong hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed as well. Trembling, he said, "Mingsong greets Elder Ji."
Elder Ji nodded. He looked at Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong, then finally fixed his gaze on Ning Xiaochuan.