Time flew. Before he knew it, April had reached its end.
Pan Long tore the last page of April from the almanac. Seeing tomorrow marked "An auspicious day; all endeavors favored," he sighed.
He did not know when his teacher planned to ambush and kill Di Cangqiong. But she had warned him that once May began, he must not go looking for her—or even contact her.
Perhaps tomorrow was the day she had chosen to act?
The thought left him worried.
How strong was Di Cangqiong? Pan Long honestly did not know. But anyone who made his teacher plan so carefully, call on friends, and set a trap to surround and kill him was no ordinary opponent!
A man who could serve as a pillar of the Great Xia Dynasty could only be strong. Stronger than strong. Unimaginably strong!
Even his teacher might be in danger trying to kill an enemy like that.
He had sent her the Holy Spirit Potion, but there was no guarantee it would work fully on an undying Demon God like her.
...The more he thought, the more restless he became!
Pan Long tossed the almanac aside and left his bedroom.
The newly repaired house stood empty. A faint light shone from the gatekeeper's room, while every other room lay dark.
Only two people lived here at present: Pan Long and Old Zhao, the guard Qionghua Pavilion had sent to watch the gate.
Old Zhao was not particularly skilled at martial arts, but he had been among Qionghua Pavilion's first members and was one of Wu Jixing's trusted men. He and the others had followed her out to make their way in the world, hoping for a better future. Nearly ten years had passed in the blink of an eye. Qionghua Pavilion was thriving, but