"Eighth Junior Brother?"
"Eighth Junior Brother!"
"Eighth Junior Brother, what's wrong?"
"Oh, Senior Sister, you're out."
At Muxiang Pavilion, Zhao Linglong had to call several times after leaving the cemetery before she roused Xu Taiping, who was leaning against a pavilion pillar with his arms folded, staring absently at the mountain scenery.
"Mm."
Zhao Linglong nodded, then tilted her head and asked Xu Taiping suspiciously,
"Eighth Junior Brother, what were you thinking about just now? You were so absorbed."
Xu Taiping met Zhao Linglong's gaze, then shook his head repeatedly.
"Nothing. I wasn't thinking about anything."
Seeing Xu Taiping's embarrassed expression, Zhao Linglong couldn't help bursting into laughter.
"Eighth Junior Brother, you look exactly like Little Junior Brother when he lies."
Xu Taiping's heart jolted at her words.
He hadn't expected Senior Sister Linglong to recognize him from a single expression. Along with his surprise, he felt a little warmth.
"Come on, let's head back. Maybe Little Junior Brother is already home."
Zhao Linglong giggled and summoned her Immortal Silk.
"Mm, Little Junior Brother really might be back."
Xu Taiping smiled and nodded, summoning his flying sword as well.
With two whooshes, Xu Taiping and Zhao Linglong shot into the air side by side, heading straight for the sea of clouds.
Since Zhao Qian had changed the rules after taking office, the mountain's disciples could now freely fly over Cloud Cottage Mountain, riding objects or the wind.
"Eighth Junior Brother, don't you think our Cloud Cottage Mountain looks more and more like an immortal mountain?"
Flying high across the sky, Zhao Linglong gazed down at Cloud Cottage Mountain and called out with deep feeling.
"Yes, it looks more like an immortal mountain than when I first arrived."
Xu Taiping answered in Eighth Senior Brother's manner.
He didn't dare let Senior