The group wore pale blue robes, each with the Water Moon School's distinctive embroidery on the cuffs: the moon reflected on water.
They were clearly disciples of the Water Moon School.
But their leader's collar was a different color from those of the other disciples. Su Jiu lowered her gaze slightly. She had seen a collar of that color at the Heavenly Dawn Sect; it seemed to be reserved for the Water Moon School's Personal Disciples.
The leading disciple had a gentle disposition, and even her speech carried an air of refinement. "Everyone, it would be best not to go over there just yet. I'm sure you all know who those running dogs of the Water Moon School have come looking for."
Su Jiu raised an eyebrow. "May I ask what the Bright Moon School has in mind?"
The female cultivator at their head bowed respectfully with her hands clasped. "Our Sect Master requests your presence!"
A faint smile surfaced in Su Jiu's eyes. She had known the Water Moon School's people would come knocking of their own accord.
Yun Huanling used Secret Voice Transmission. "A Jiu, you really did call it."
Of everyone present, Huo Yun was the most astonished. After all, he had known Qi Song the longest, yet had never heard him mention his family. Huo Yun was not one to dig down to the roots of everything. Origins and backgrounds hardly mattered to him, so he had let Qi Song keep his secrets.
Although he had vaguely sensed that his companion might have an extraordinary background, he had never imagined he would be a descendant of the Divine Race.
According to legend, hadn't the descendants of the Divine Race been wiped out completely ten thousand years ago?
Huo Yun felt utterly dazed.
He did not