Qiao Mengyu looked at her senior sister pitifully upon hearing this.
"Senior Sister, I want to hear it! You know better than anyone how I have endured day after day all these years. If we let it pass by again in such a muddled way, I..."
At this point, sorrow welled up in Qiao Mengyu's heart, and she choked out a sob.
Che Jing's chest heaved, clearly furious. The way she looked at Song Mengyu was filled with the resentment of one who hated iron for not becoming steel.
"Even if the two of you want to pour out your hearts to each other, this is hardly the place, is it? Must the entire Heavenly Mountain City watch you make fools of yourselves?"
Qiao Mengyu immediately burst into laughter through her tears.
"Thank you, Senior Sister."
As she spoke, she turned her tear-filled yet star-bright eyes toward Song Wen.
"Fellow Daoist Che Jing, thank you for granting this," Song Wen said hurriedly, cupping his hands in salute.
"Humph!"
Che Jing snorted coldly, tugging Qiao Mengyu along as she continued onward.
Before long, the three of them had fled dozens of li and landed outside a residence within the city.
This residence was clearly where Qiao Mengyu and Che Jing were staying in Heavenly Mountain City.
Che Jing casually formed two hand seals, and the tightly shut gates of the residence burst open with a boom. The restrictions on the gates were lifted as well.
Che Jing dragged Qiao Mengyu straight into the residence.
Song Wen alone paused slightly as he looked at the open courtyard gates.
He had originally assumed that Che Jing and Qiao Mengyu had come to Yujiang Province accompanied by a Mahayana cultivator from Jade Spirit Palace.
Yet after silently sweeping the entire residence with his divine