Bored with nothing else to do, Dongfang Minghui brewed potions while questioning the No Return Mountain Master. "Mountain Master, what exactly is your relationship with Ruo Jin?"
The No Return Mountain Master did not spare her so much as a glance. Instead, he held a leaf between both hands and quietly blew on it. The tune was shapeless but particularly brisk, suggesting that he was in an excellent mood.
The others were absent. Had Qian Ziyan and Qian Yiling been there, they might have played an ensemble together and exchanged a few pointers.
Meanwhile, Qian Wanyu and the others were searching for Little Sprout and Little Fatty. Qian Wanyu paired up with Ding Ding, who had wanted to sneak Little Light along. Before that little scheme could become reality, however, Qian Wanyu strangled the dream in its cradle, dragging the little one away almost roughly.
Qian Yiling carried Little Light away and set off with Zhi Lan to search for Little Fatty and Little Sprout.
"Little White Ball."
"Roar-"
As soon as Little White Ball appeared and shook out its long fur, Ding Ding seemed to have found a new companion. All longing for Little Light vanished instantly. Ding Ding flew onto Little White Ball's enormous head and sat down, surveying every creature ahead from on high.
Qian Wanyu drew the Water-Thunder Whip. "Ding Ding, the moment you spot Little Fatty and Little Sprout, shut them inside the Longevity Cauldron."
"Something really did go wrong with that Ghost-Face Tree Spirit." Like Little Lecher, Qing Mo had been forced to stop cultivating early after the violent upheaval in the Soul Sea. This time, however, he felt that his soul seemed more stable than before. He eyed the additional stalk of soul-sound grass in the Soul Sea. "I told you before that