Returning to the Mystic Realm

Daoxuan and Wan Jianyi walked over to Tian Buyi's side. Together, they looked up as the Big Bamboo Peak disciples flew toward the mountain that had suddenly dropped from the sky.

"I'd only heard about it before. Now that I've seen Nephew Luo's talent for causing trouble with my own eyes, I can't help but admire him!" Daoxuan's words might have been praise or sarcasm, but Tian Buyi had no inclination to respond.

He rolled up his sleeves and chased after them. "That little brat! If I don't give him a good beating, I'll never get this anger out of my system!"

Su Ru hurried after him, worried he might get carried away. Didn't she know exactly what her little disciple was like? There was a real chance that the master and disciple would end up fighting in earnest.

Following the traces Luo Yunji had left behind, the Big Bamboo Peak disciples pursued him into the body of Flying Peak.

"Can you actually do this?" Luo Yunji asked worriedly, watching Zhou Xingyun fiddle with the unusual ore inside the mountain.

"This is my first time doing anything like this, too!" Zhou Xingyun scratched his head and kept shifting the ore around.

"What kind of formation are you setting up? I can't make heads or tails of it." Luo Yunji followed behind Zhou Xingyun, watching him work.

"A formation that can control the mountain's movement. Grandmaster gave it to me earlier! This is my first time setting it up, too!" Under Luo Yunji's doubtful gaze, Zhou Xingyun grew a little flustered.

"Where's the formation diagram? Let me see! Don't set it up wrong and damage my mountain!" Luo Yunji held out his hand to Zhou Xingyun.

"Have you forgotten? None of our written records can appear in the mortal world!" Annoyed