At last, he could fly. Unable to contain his elation, Lu Feng swooped back and forth like a bat through the pitch-black cavern, laughing heartily.
Only after a long while did the Scruffy Old Man call out, "Stop flying around. Do you still want to save your little sweetheart? I reckon they're not far from Western Sacred Peak now."
"I told you, she's just a friend. What sweetheart?" Lu Feng flushed slightly. He had skin thick enough to weather anything else, but when it came to this, he still couldn't let himself go.
After stopping, he asked in puzzlement, "Why are they taking Fenfen Chengkuai to Western Sacred Peak? Flower Butterfly said she had powerful backing. Could she be the daughter of some big shot in the Plain Cloud Sect?"
"Hahaha!" The Scruffy Old Man burst out laughing. "The Five Qi Mystic Sects have the nerve to call themselves powerful backing? There's only one place with real backing in the Five Sacred Mountains Divine Continent-the Panshen Heavenly Palace."
"Of course I know that, but why did these people kidnap Fenfen Chengkuai and take her to Western Sacred Peak?" Lu Feng still didn't understand.
The Scruffy Old Man shook his head. "How would I know? We'll find out once we catch up. Let's go."
"Wait!" Lu Feng hurriedly stopped him, then took out the purple gourd and asked, "Master, there are four swords in here. Is there any way to make them mine?"
Between the three of them, they had already brought down four of the so-called Five Divine Swords. The Canglang Sword, Lihuo Sword, Azure Nether Sword, and Mountain-River Sword had all been drawn into the purple gourd one after another. But these four swords were Sub-Sage Divine Weapons with spirits of their own, and they refused to acknowledge him.