(Onward to a million words!)
(Onward to a million words!)
Before I knew it, this book was approaching a million words. Onward to a million words!
"Yes, Grandmaster Daoling isn't in the Heavenly Dao Sect right now," the cultivator surnamed He said with certainty. He had happened to be on patrol when Heavenly Venerable Daoling left the Heavenly Dao Sect. Although he had caught only a fleeting glimpse, that astonishing presence had allowed him to recognize Heavenly Venerable Daoling at once. He had been excited for days afterward.
"Uh..." Li Xiaoya and Zhang Hong exchanged glances, disappointment showing on both their faces.
"Look, even if Grandmaster Daoling were here, he isn't someone we could meet just because we wanted to. You might as well give up on that idea," one of the cultivators suddenly said arrogantly from the side, apparently growing impatient with the wait.
"All right! Then surely you can ask Senior Brother Zhang Cai to come?" Li Xiaoya suddenly remembered that Zhang Cai was always in his master's cave abode and hurriedly spoke up.
"Hmph, now I really suspect you're deliberately impersonating someone," that cultivator said coldly. "You keep asking cultivators who aren't in the sect to verify your identity. Do you take me for..."
"Junior Brother Long!" Senior Brother Lu suddenly barked at that cultivator, and Junior Brother Long immediately fell silent.
"Heh, sorry about that. My junior brother hasn't been in a very good mood lately," Senior Brother Lu told Li Xiaoya, looking thoroughly apologetic. After a pause, he continued, "Since you can't produce anything to prove your identity, fellow Daoist, I'm afraid we'll have to trouble you to come to Divine Path Mountain and let our sect master decide." Though his words were polite, his manner clearly suggested that he would resort to force if