The Humble Door Opens at Last (2)

When Zhao Yisong saw Shen Yuxi agree, the huge stone weighing on his heart finally fell. He could not spare a thought for proper etiquette; before he could even finish his thanks, he hurriedly turned sideways and led Shen Yuxi swiftly toward Beast Spirit Peak.

Though Shen Yuxi did not know the exact reason, he had always kept his word. Since he had promised to help, he would not shirk it. He said nothing more and silently followed behind Zhao Yisong.

They summoned Spirit Cranes for transport, riding the wind as they swept over layer upon layer of mountain peaks.

Only when the Spirit Cranes dove down and landed did the two leap from their backs. Zhao Yisong's steps swayed slightly upon landing, clearly having spent much of his focus rushing here earlier.

He steadied himself against the crane's neck and caught his breath for a moment. Once his breathing had settled somewhat, he immediately turned around and, without further explanation, led Shen Yuxi briskly down a narrow beast trail, explaining the whole story as they walked.

With the grand Hundred Sects Tournament approaching, more and more guests had arrived at Profound Heaven Sect. Yet such a grand event had little to do with Beast Peak disciples like them, who had yet to form contracts with their natal spirit beasts and could barely keep up with caring for the spirit beasts already in their charge.

Beast Spirit Peak lay in a remote corner of Profound Heaven Sect, far from the sect's core. It was quiet to begin with, and it was not one of the guest areas designated by the sect. Other than disciples of the peak, outsiders rarely set foot here.

Thus, Zhao Yisong had not paid much attention to the bustle within the sect at first. Every day,