"It wasn't that they'd been here before. They'd just left."
Rujie hugged the Broken Bowl tightly. "Holy Son Chen, how about we take another route?"
Chen Changqing rose to his feet. "Too late."
The moment he finished speaking, footsteps sounded from the end of the stone path ahead.
There were seven people in total.
At the front was Ming Jiuyou.
Dressed in black with his hair bound up, the Gray-White Jade Seal at his waist hung by his side as yin energy spread close to the ground. Behind him followed five Nether Sect disciples, along with a middle-aged man in gray robes.
The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, his brow bones high, his aura neither fully concealed nor fully released.
A True Lord.
Not Tribulation Transcendence, not a Half-Step Heavenly Monarch.
A genuine True Lord.
Rujie muttered something that would make even the Buddhist Sect frown.
"This luck... is a little too good."
Chen Changqing gripped the hilt of the Heavenly Thunder Sword.
Ming Jiuyou stopped as well.
He first looked at the Broken Bowl in Rujie's arms, then turned his gaze to Chen Changqing.
"Mount Shu's Holy Son."
Chen Changqing said, "The Nether Sect's young master."
Ming Jiuyou said, "I've been looking for you for a long time."
Rujie could not help cutting in. "If you were looking for someone, then look for them. Why bring so many people? Is this a blind date?"
The Nether Sect disciples all looked over.
Rujie retreated half a step behind Chen Changqing. "This humble monk was merely asking casually. No need to get angry."
Ming Jiuyou did not look at him.
His gaze remained fixed solely on Chen Changqing.
"The last place where True Lord Long Ying of my sect appeared before his death had you in it."