At the time, Xia Jue had no idea what torment he would suffer over the next few years. He was leading a team on its way to the Spiritflight Continent.
A month had already passed since Su Jiu sent him her message, and only now had they finally made it through the Teleportation Array from the Azure Mist Continent to the Spiritflight Continent.
This time, more than a dozen Azure Tide Sect disciples followed Xia Jue. Apart from Shen Qingyue, even the weakest had reached the peak of the Golden Core Stage in Cultivation Level, and three were Nascent Soul Realm cultivators.
Shen Qingyue had insisted on coming along. Quite a few members of the team admired her and had spoken up for her before Xia Jue, finally securing her a place.
Shen Qingyue's Cultivation Level was actually not low. Reaching the late Golden Core Stage at two hundred and twenty meant her talent was reasonably good, and she also knew a high-level healing art like Withered Wood Blooms Again, which could save the team plenty of pills. That was one of the reasons Xia Jue had ultimately decided to bring her.
But the young woman seemed particularly interested in his Sound-Mixing Bell.
She could hardly get through ten sentences without mentioning his Sound-Mixing Bell. Eventually, not just the women in the team but even the men could hear something off about it.
Still, that was their private business. It had nothing to do with anyone else, and it was not their place to interrupt.
Xia Jue could not help frowning. "Fellow Daoist Shen, do you have some designs on my Sound-Mixing Bell?"
Shen Qingyue's expression remained cool, but she quietly clenched her hands, seemingly gathering her courage. "I wonder whether Fellow Daoist Xia would be willing to part with