"What is it this time, Husband?" Xue Xue asked with a smile, pursing her lips. "I have been waiting for you for so long, just to see you rescue Fu He, Fu Chu, and Fu Zhu. Yet you have delayed for so long—perhaps all three of them have already been executed by the Fu family of Jinhua Mountain?"
Xiao Hua knew the situation well. Yun Tengyu's funeral, as well as Yun Qingyu taking control of the Yun Lan Sect, both required ceremonies and time. With the Fu family of Jinhua Mountain encountering such circumstances, even if they did not need the Yun Lan Sect's assistance, they absolutely could not leave. Not to mention that Yun Qinglie and Yun Qingfeng still had to accompany them to White Bamboo Mountain! Fu Feng and the others could only set out after all these matters had been settled. This was also why Xiao Hua had remained at Fan Manor all this time.
"Let's go. We should still make it in time!" Xiao Hua pointed into the distance. He had already learned White Bamboo Mountain's location in Yu City, and he took Xue Xue's hand as they flew toward White Bamboo Mountain.
White Bamboo Mountain was a remote little mountain range, even more barren than the Yun Lan Sect's location. Its thin Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi could barely satisfy cultivators' cultivation needs; ordinary cultivators would absolutely never stay there long. Yet within White Bamboo Mountain was a lush green bamboo forest. Every stalk of bamboo gleamed like jade, and from time to time, crisp birdsong rose from within the grove. Though no birds could be seen, the sound blended with the gentle babble of a narrow stream, making it a place where winding paths led into secluded depths. Amid this exquisite bamboo forest stood