Shattered Moon, Falling Frost sped through the air, slightly faster than the Calyx Flower Boat.
Xu Changqing and the others sat on meditation cushions as they waited to return to the Immortal Sect.
Just then, a faint vibration suddenly came from his Jade-Green Gourd. When he took it out and looked, it was not someone else's Communication Talisman, but his own.
He rarely gave this thing away; only a few friends had one.
Besides Han Xin, Zhu Fuxian, Zhang Su, Rong Yan, and a few others, nearly everyone he knew was sitting aboard this ship.
Therefore, it went without saying who would want to contact him at a time like this.
Sure enough, Xuan Zhu's sweet, playful voice came from the other side.
"Hello?"
"Lord Xu~"
"Did your imperial father agree?"
"Father wants to meet you. When will you be free?"
"Sorry, I've already left Profound Heart City and am on my way back to the Immortal Sect. I'm afraid this will have to wait until my next visit to Profound Heart City."
"Alright, I will... wait for you!"
Xu Changqing cut off the communication and put the Communication Talisman away again.
From Xuan Zhu's tone just now, he could tell that while it was not quite as certain as a nail driven into a board, it was still nine chances out of ten.
It was simply unfortunate that he could not remain in Profound Heart City for long. There was still a mountain of matters waiting to be handled at the Immortal Sect.
First, the third-quarter planting in the Outer Spirit Fields was beginning, and he had to inspect, supervise, and teach once more.
Second, the Return-to-Ruins Secret Realm was about to open. That counted as a major event, so preparations had to be made in advance.
Buzz!
Buzzzzz!