Dongxu Zi felt that life had been quite good lately. When he had nothing to do, he would preach to the disciples and reap a harvest of admiring, reverent gazes, or ride his White Crane on leisurely circuits around the Azure Cloud Sect.
Without that bunch of unfilial brats from Little Mountain Peak, the entire Azure Cloud Sect had settled down, and everyone went about their business in an orderly fashion.
The entire sect, from top to bottom, ran like clockwork.
Only now did Dongxu Zi feel the peace he had not known in so long.
Now this was what daily life in a sacred land ought to be!
It was a little boring, though.
Sitting on the roof of the main hall and watching the sunset's lingering glow, Dongxu Zi inexplicably found himself missing that little bastard Ouyang.
The moment that thought arose, Dongxu Zi shook it out of his head, inwardly cursing himself for being such a glutton for punishment. He finally had some peace and quiet, yet he was still thinking about that little bastard!
He raised his hand and flicked his whisk. Heaven and earth essence turned into a breeze that struck the great bell in the drum tower, and its melodious chimes instantly rang across Azure Cloud Peak.
Suddenly, a piercing blast from a suona completely drowned out the melodious bell chimes. Its shrill sound shot straight into his skull as though summoning his soul.
The sound of the suona seemed to possess a strange magic. Everyone who heard it was reminded of sorrowful memories, and cultivators with lower cultivation could not help shedding tears.
The Teleportation Gate within Azure Cloud Peak's Mountain-Guarding Grand Formation suddenly lit up. Hu Tutu held up her suona, puffed out her cheeks, and blew fiercely into it.
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