Yue Zhuoqun

Zhang Xiaohua tossed the small mirror infused with true qi into the air. By chance, a ray of sunlight struck its gleaming surface, and at once another faint, almost invisible radiance emerged from the mirror. Following the reflected beam, it shot straight toward a distant mountain peak.

But the light was reflected with incredible speed, lasting no more than the blink of an eye. Zhang Xiaohua was tossing the little mirror in his hand and railing against heaven and blaming others; how could he possibly have seen it?

After catching the little mirror and tucking it into his robes, he was about to pat Huanhuan's horn and urge it onward when he heard a burst of hoofbeats ahead.

When Zhang Xiaohua raised his head to look closely, a cloud of dust had already risen on the broad mountain road in the distance. In moments, the hoofbeats were upon him. "Oh?" Seeing the cavalcade charging straight at him with their noses in the air, Zhang Xiaohua hurriedly patted Huanhuan's head. The Four Unlike, deeply unwilling, yielded the center of the mountain road.

Charging toward him were more than ten pure-black horses, identical to the mounts Chen Chen of Yi Xiang Peak had used before, or the horse Zhang Xiaohua had seen Envoy Mu ride last time. But this time, the riders were not inner sect female disciples like Chen Chen or Envoy Mu, but a dozen or so male disciples.

At their head rode a young disciple with an exceptionally fair face, starry eyes, thick brows, and a high nose bridge. He was actually far more handsome than Zhang Xiaohua.

They were already quite close to Yi Xiang Peak, and the mountain road beneath their feet was several times wider than those of Tianmu Peak and Shixin Peak. The young disciple