"Hadn't Jiu Yan and the others arrived yet?"
"There was still a little time before the appointed hour."
"The problem was, everyone was waiting for them now... Didn't they leave the market two days ago?"
In the latter half of the sentence, Ghost God Sword's voice abruptly dropped, yet no one answered him. He shut his mouth as well, his face dark as he paced back and forth several times on the bluestone steps, a little over a foot wide, then looked back.
At the end of the steps, the upturned eaves of Donghua Palace were faintly visible. From this angle, they always gave one the illusion of "palaces stretching without end, majestic and magnificent."
A few months ago, perhaps that had been true. But now, only broken walls and crumbling ruins remained over there. One corner of an upturned eave was already the tallest structure left standing.
Ghost God Sword did not mind this, because this was his territory.
As one of the most aggressively advancing figures among Sword Discussion Pavilion's fourth-generation disciples, he needed a place like this to demonstrate his worth. This expedition into the Donghua Palace Ruins absolutely could not go wrong.
For that reason, his thoughts had indeed become somewhat restless.
After looking once more at those eaves, Ghost God Sword turned away and closed his eyes. Using Sword Discussion Pavilion's exclusive Severing Delusion method, he cut away the distracting thoughts in his heart. When he opened his eyes again, his pupils were deep and dark, all traces of heated impatience washed away.
Just as he was about to speak to Dao Hua True Man beside him, a commotion suddenly arose from the top of the stairs. Both men stopped the words about to leave their mouths. One merely sneered, while the other sighed.
"Idiots