The Heavenly Derivation Sect.
Xie Lingyu was cultivating at that moment.
The years she had wasted going to Yuzhou City had already left her far behind.
Now, she could only seize what little time she had.
Come to think of it, something had been off lately.
It seemed her master hadn't come to bother her in quite a while...
Before, every few days, her master would either knock on her door or say strange things outside it.
Xie Lingyu felt that unless her master had changed her nature, something was probably going to go wrong.
Taking the initiative to visit her master felt rather like walking straight into a net.
She would inevitably be questioned about this and that.
There were many things she herself didn't actually know how to answer.
Nor did she know what to do.
How could she give the so-called explanation?
Although leaving things to time and fate might not be right.
Perhaps that was the best answer?
Xie Lingyu lowered her eyes, the Spirit Sword beside her trembling slightly.
"Quiet your heart..."
She murmured softly, whether to the sword or herself, she did not know.
In any case, the sword immediately quieted down.
The sword had barely settled when an urgent voice came from outside.
"Martial Uncle Xie! Martial Uncle Xie! Hurry to Heavenly Derivation Peak!"
Xie Lingyu opened her eyes and rose to walk outside. The sword beside her floated up on its own and fastened itself at her waist.
She opened the door. A little girl in white stood outside, tiny horns atop her head.
This was the little flood dragon her master had fished out of the Wanli River...
That was how it was described, but given her master's nature, the word "fished" was open to question.
At the very least, it