That night, when Jiu Jiu left Lesser Qiong Peak, she clutched her collar, covered her face with soft whimpers, and flew away atop the Large Gourd...
Afterward, Jiu Wu, Jiu Shi, and Youqin Xuanya also bade their farewells and left, not lingering to disturb the rare occasion on Lesser Qiong Peak.
Temporarily, Lesser Qiong Peak went from three master and disciples to four.
Moonlight surged over the clear lake waves, and the night breeze carried a faint brightness.
Before the thatched cottage, Ling'e brought over two Meditation Cushions and sat beside her senior brother.
Hermit Lin Jiang, Jiang Lin'er's petite figure curled up in a round-backed chair. The Fierce Blade remained at her side, while she held a wine jug and took a sip from time to time.
She would not let herself get drunk. Before long, she would force out the wine fumes, always keeping herself somewhat clear-headed as she enjoyed that slight intoxication.
With no outsiders here, Jiang Lin'er asked Old Daoist Qi Yuan how he had achieved Liberation by Violence and become a turbid immortal.
Qi Yuan glanced at his eldest disciple and said quietly:
"Changshou begged Elder Wan for a Melting Immortal Pill."
Jiang Lin'er said with a half-smile, "This Elder Wan has truly helped our Lesser Qiong Peak so much."
Old Daoist Qi Yuan nodded. "Master, you are right. This Elder Wan has not even spoken a single word to this disciple..."
Smack!
Unable to hold herself back, Jiang Lin'er raised her hand and struck Old Daoist Qi Yuan on the forehead. Hating his failure to live up to expectations, she gritted her teeth and cursed:
"Why didn't I beat some sense into you back then?!
You believe whatever anyone tells you, believe whatever anyone tells you!"
Old Daoist Qi Yuan immediately gave a bitter