"Any news? Any news?"
"Did the Seventh Peak win or not?"
Amid the vast sea of clouds, aboard an immortal carriage drawn by two spirit birds, Liu Chuxuan, Prefect of the Nine Prefectures, anxiously questioned Huang Que, who sat opposite him.
"Don't be so anxious, Prefect. The barrier around Cloud Cottage Mountain is a real nuisance. The Communication Jade Slip only works intermittently. Being anxious won't help."
Huang Que held a jade slip in his hands and spoke without looking up.
"That Azure Profound Sect clings to ancient ways and refuses to change. They won't even set up a communication formation inside their sect. If not for the soul contract from back then, I'd really like to get the other eight Residences together and wipe them out."
Liu Chuxuan slapped his thigh hard, utterly furious.
"Oh, don't worry, Prefect. Xu Taiping will be fine. Things were much more dangerous back in the Thousand Buddhas Kingdom, weren't they? Didn't he survive that?"
Huang Que continued pouring spiritual power into the Communication Jade Slip as he gave Prefect Liu a perfunctory reply.
"Mmm..."
Just then, a tiny figure sat up in the innermost part of the immortal carriage, yawning and stretching.
The tiny figure wore a pink ruqun dress and had her hair tied in a bun. She was a little girl of seven or eight.
The little girl's skin was as white as congealed cream, and her large, jet-black eyes made her look like a porcelain doll.
Yet when Huang Que and Liu Chuxuan saw her wake, they reacted as though facing a formidable enemy, both shuffling their bottoms toward the outside.
Just then, after rubbing her eyes, the little girl turned toward Huang Que. "Daddy, I want milk."
Huang Que paled in alarm at her words and waved his hands