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After leaving the Heavenly Spirit Mountain Range, Su Yueli took Gu Qinghe north, soon arriving at Azure Cloud City.
Passing through the gate, the scenery around them rapidly changed from the prosperous streets of the inner city to the lanes of the outer city.
Gu Qinghe said nothing. He paid no attention to his increasingly disorderly surroundings.
His mind was utterly blank, with only the thought of keeping close behind the woman in white ahead of him.
She was the only thing he could still hold on to.
Half an hour later, Su Yueli stopped at a secluded street corner.
Gu Qinghe raised his head, his gaze settling on a somewhat dilapidated courtyard gate.
A crude wooden board hung above the lintel.
Four large characters were written across it: Eternal Life Martial Sect.
For a moment, Gu Qinghe froze where he stood.
He stared at the wooden board, his mind briefly grinding to a halt.
In the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty, the word "sect" signified a major immortal cultivation organization with deep foundations.
He had assumed that this peerless powerhouse, who could shatter a Fourth Realm demonic beast with a raised hand and suppress a Seventh Realm lineage head with a flick of her finger, must be some secluded mighty cultivator.
And as a sect master, she would at least be a Twelfth Realm cultivator, with thousands upon thousands of disciples in her sect.
The place she brought him back to should have been some blessed grotto hidden deep in ancient mountain forests, covered in high-level Spirit-Gathering Formations.
Instead, it was a rundown courtyard that even the outer city's street thugs would turn their noses up at.
Eternal Life Martial Sect? Martial?
This was a makeshift troupe of mortal martial artists!
Gu Qinghe's heart plummeted. The enormous gulf between