"Senior Sister, I'm sorry!"
He Pingsheng reached out and took Qiao Huizhu's hand. "You'll have to wander far from home for a while because of me!"
As he spoke, he also checked Qiao Huizhu's cultivation.
Qiao Huizhu's cultivation was neither high nor low.
The sixth layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Her progress was already astonishingly fast.
"It's all right!" Qiao Huizhu wiped the tears from her cheeks. "To pursue the Great Dao, one must endure hard toil!"
"Without trials and tribulations, it's hard to accomplish anything!"
"I'll do as you said, Junior Brother, and wait for you near the largest merchant association in Shangdang City!"
He Pingsheng nodded.
Qiao Huizhu asked, "How long should I wait?"
He Pingsheng said, "Wait half a year. If I haven't arrived by then, it means I'm no longer alive!"
"No!"
Qiao Huizhu reached out with her delicate hand and covered He Pingsheng's mouth.
"Come with me. I have something to tell you!"
With a turn of her small hand, Qiao Huizhu clasped He Pingsheng's hand instead, then led him around to the other side of the mountain, beyond both the divine sense and the eyes of the other three Heavenly Talisman Mountain disciples.
"What's wrong, Senior Sister?" He Pingsheng asked.
Qiao Huizhu's face instantly flushed blood-red. Lowering her head, she took a worn meditation cushion from her Storage Bag, tossed it onto the ground, and unfolded it.
"Recognize it?" she asked He Pingsheng, her face red.
He Pingsheng rubbed his eyes. "It looks familiar. I think it's the one I used over a decade ago!"
Back in the Secret Realm, He Pingsheng had injured his divine sense and hidden in the Mountain Cave. This was the meditation cushion he had used.
Later, after Xiao Bufan drugged Qiao Huizhu and pursued her, a twist