Lu Congji had only just left after receiving Liu Dongqing's instructions.
Then, turning around, under the pretext of the Golden Core First Realm cultivators taking turns to rest and recuperate, Hu Shangzhi likewise returned to the Hanging World Great Wall. Summoned by Liu Dongqing, he came before him to report on matters.
"Madam Hu has a forthright disposition. She already intends to join us and huddle together for warmth."
"She neither called herself junior sister nor senior sister."
"We sorted out the seniority. Strictly speaking, she's two generations above me, but I really can't bring myself to call her Grand Martial Aunt or Grand Martial Uncle's wife or anything like that."
"Besides—heh—"
"I have a feeling that before long, you and I may have to call her younger brother's wife."
"She's been making eyes at Junior Brother Feng lately."
"Ah!"
"Or rather, Junior Brother Feng has been making eyes at her. The two claim they often get together to discuss the essentials of the Wood Element Dao, but from what I can see, neither of them looks all that proper or honest about it."
"Never mind. Whether it works out or not is their own karmic fate."
"And that old man."
"He is a senior of the Patterned Civet Lineage. Shortly before the Illusory Marsh opened, he barely managed to advance into the Golden Core First Realm."
"His progress in cultivation has been much weaker, but his talent and natural gifts are not poor. It's just that he had rather bad luck in the past."
"And."
"Back when his sect still existed, its hundred lineages shone in concert. The Patterned Civet Lineage was one of its great authorities on the Dao of talismans. A single scroll of Patterned Civet Blood Script would not be exaggerated to encompass a thousand transformations