"Good!" Jade Slip Xiao Hua nodded. "True Lord Huode is truly detestable. He is especially skilled at borrowing strength and stirring up trouble. At the Yaotai Gathering, he only escaped by sheer luck through the Confucian cultivator great formation. This time, we must take his life."
Having said that, Jade Slip Xiao Hua left his fleshly body and concealed himself nearby to observe.
In the night, several figures flew over from afar. Yet they did not fly directly, instead flying and stopping, even frequently veering off in other directions.
As they drew near, the moonlight revealed the faces of eight cultivators. At the forefront was Zhai Xingzi, clad in imperial robes. Beside him was none other than Gusu Qiuran, now changed into Daoist robes. Her eyes held a smile, and her gaze could not bear to leave Zhai Xingzi for even a moment. Though the two did not fly hand in hand, their hearts seemed to have long since known no boundaries.
Behind Gusu Qiuran stood the smiling True Lord Huode. Yet he deliberately kept a certain distance from the pair, not disturbing them. Behind True Lord Huode were another five mid-Nascent Soul stage cultivators. They differed in appearance and demeanor, but every one of them wore an expression of respect as they cautiously followed the three.
Zhai Xingzi accompanied Gusu Qiuran to a mountain peak. The two circled it once from opposite sides, then met again above its summit. Disappointment filled both their faces as they shook their heads at one another.
"What? This is not the place you two are looking for?" Seeing this, True Lord Huode urged his body forward and flew up, asking somewhat anxiously.
"Alas, Fellow Daoist Huode, this is not the place." Zhai Xingzi looked at the somewhat oval mountain below and sighed. "That