Before Gu Wufang could finish issuing his order, a disciple below reported, "Sect Master, it's too late. Little Martial Granduncle has already gone to keep the appointment."
"What?!" Since when had Little Martial Granduncle become a reckless brute too?!
Keeping the Appointment
Wen Xu was certainly not a reckless brute. In this life, the times he had charged ahead mindlessly could be counted on one hand.
After leaving Bian Family Village, none of the three had any intention of retracing their old path for a third time, so they entered the Southern Luo Mountains to explore. The Southern Luo Mountains were filled with perilous terrain, a land of barren mountains and treacherous waters in the Cultivation Realm. Its spiritual energy was thin, and few people came here to train. The three spent more than half a month crossing the range without encountering a single living soul. It was truly a desolate place.
Yet desolate as the Southern Luo Mountains were, they made for a good place to settle one's mind and cultivate in empty tranquility. At the very least, after traveling this road, the restless agitation within all three of them had gradually settled.
"I feel like if you handed me a Buddhist scripture now, I could calmly recite a couple of lines without a ripple on the water." Bian Chunchou finished the last piece of Cloud Spirit Cake in his storage pouch. He had bought it back in Southern Luo City. Though it was not as delicious as the one sold beneath Bitter Crossing Temple, True Lord Bian was not picky about such things. "We've finally made it out."
The Southern Luo Mountains formed a mountain ridge running north to south, surrounded by layered peaks. Now that autumn had arrived, quite a few low-grade spirit fruits had ripened. But