"Just Bo for his given name?"
A smile appeared on Hundred-Flower Immortal's pretty face as she added the question in a clear, crisp voice.
It matched. Everything matched.
Ren Ye thought excitedly, then said, "Immortal dear, is your surname Qianli?"
"That's right." Hundred-Flower Immortal nodded slightly.
While the two were talking, Poison Wine Flask turned back from up ahead and called, "Brothers, we're about to enter Crouching Tiger Temple's territory. Let's find somewhere secluded up ahead to rest for a bit, and give Hundred-Flower Immortal and Ghost-Headed Saber time to prepare."
"Good. We can have some food and wine, too, in case we lose our lives tonight and never get another chance to eat," Big Fat Dragon replied.
"Pah, pah, pah!"
Hearing that, Weng Sanren immediately spat on the ground several times and complained, "The six of us have already taken on this job of walking a knife's edge. How can you spout such nonsense? Can't we all live to a hundred...?"
Ghost-Headed Saber looked at him and asked quietly, "If you're so timid, why come adventuring in Immortality Mountain? Wouldn't you be better off plowing fields and looking after children at home?"
Weng Sanren ignored him, merely sighing inwardly. Alas, if I had a choice, do you think I'd want to come to this damned place...?!
As they spoke, the group dismounted and entered the dense woods beside the Official Road for a brief rest.
Leading his horse on foot, Ren Ye sent Hundred-Flower Immortal a mental message. "Immortal dear, let's communicate mentally so the others won't notice."
"You keep calling me 'Immortal dear.' How affectionate." Hundred-Flower Immortal's reply was lilting and melodious. "That Princess Consort of yours who practices the yin-yang arts was probably charmed to pieces by these sweet words of yours, too. Is that why she's