The silver moon had just risen. Beneath Huaiyu Peak, Di Shitian bid farewell to the Incense-Passing Cult along with Meng. Meng lowered her voice and said to Zhang Xiaohua, "You... you aren't coming with me to the Heavenly Dragon Sect?"
Zhang Xiaohua smiled bitterly to himself. He followed the Immortal Dao, utterly at odds with the Heavenly Dragon Sect. What would he do there? Could he really become some Di Shitian? Besides, Di Shitian was an expert of the Demonic Path, his divine abilities unfathomable. Zhang Xiaohua might have concealed his cultivation level for now, keeping it from Di Shitian's notice, but if enough time passed, he was bound to let the cat out of the bag.
Of course, Zhang Xiaohua had his own calculations. The Heavenly Dragon Sect had been founded upon the Demonic Path and held no particular covetousness toward the Immortal Dao. Though he did not know what purpose Di Shitian had had in collecting Immortal Dao relics that day, if his Immortal Dao secret were exposed, it would still be safer for it to be exposed before Di Shitian.
But one could know a person's face, yet not their heart. Who knew what Di Shitian truly had in mind?
Zhang Xiaohua did not dare place his life in someone else's hands, even if he himself believed that, in Flying Technique alone, he was absolutely no inferior to Di Shitian.
"You know that I... still have other matters to handle. Once I've made some headway in them, I'll go to the Heavenly Dragon Sect to see you, all right?" Zhang Xiaohua did not dare take Meng's hand in front of everyone.
Meng nodded. Knowing these matters could not be spoken plainly, she forced a smile. "Then remember to come see me soon. Or once I've settled the