Zhu Hanwei spoke, a hidden gleam flashing across his eyes.
He had not said these words solely for the person before him. He also hoped that, in the future, he could use the other party's mouth to pass the news on to Su Shi'er.
There was no helping it. His relationship with Su Shi'er was naturally perfectly fine—they were absolutely friends who had shared life and death.
The problem was that Su Shi'er's whereabouts were uncertain. He was like a divine dragon, glimpsed only by its head and never its tail.
Not only was Zhu Hanwei responsible for the sect's affairs, but his cultivation realm had now fallen far behind Su Shi'er's as well.
Unless Su Shi'er took the initiative to show himself, finding him would be harder than ascending to the heavens—or nearly so.
The Twelve Peaks...
Su Shi'er swayed slightly, silently repeating the words in his heart.
A glint flashed in his eyes. When he looked around again, everything that had originally been unfamiliar suddenly seemed familiar and intimate.
Ever since he had embarked on the path of cultivation, he had been wandering from place to place, either fleeing or on the road to flee.
He had never imagined that he would have a place to settle down.
Yet he had never expected that, within the Yun Ge Sect, there was still a place that belonged to him.
However, he had come this time under the identity of Lin Hezhou, so naturally, it would not be appropriate to say anything more.
"That will do!"
Su Shi'er nodded and calmly agreed.
After saying that, he followed Zhu Hanwei toward the mountains behind the main hall.
As for the female Daoist Nun, Cheng Jing, she naturally stayed close behind, quickly matching Su Shi'er's pace.
Before long, the group arrived deep