Zhang Xiaohua rode Four Unlike, while Meng rode a white horse. The two chatted and laughed as they continued onward, looking nothing like they had just passed through a life-or-death slaughter!
Taking advantage of Meng's inattention, Zhang Xiaohua tossed several fire talismans onto the ground. He separated a few strands of divine sense from his consciousness and used them to control the talismans, burning Huang Qiang and the others' corpses until not a trace remained.
The following days passed without any trouble, and they arrived safely before Mochou City.
When Zhang Xiaohua had followed Incense-Passing Cult's convoy to Incense-Passing Cult that day, the journey had taken nearly a month. This time, however, they had needed only a dozen or so days!
Looking at Mochou City in the distance, Zhang Xiaohua unconsciously released his divine sense. The entire city seemed little different from before, and faint fluctuations of vital energy still came from beneath Mochou Lake. Only, there were now far more jianghu figures in tight martial attire, carrying Weapons, than he remembered.
"Eh? Could there be another martial contest for marriage somewhere, making Mochou City this lively?"
"This is Mochou City?" Meng looked around curiously as well.
"You've never been here? Master Jingxuan never brought you here?" Zhang Xiaohua asked casually.
"I'm not sure. I don't remember much myself. Back then, I was muddle-headed, and everything was strange and new to me. Perhaps I had come before, but I just don't remember!" Meng shook her head.
Following the crowd into Mochou City, Zhang Xiaohua smiled. "What did the Cult Master tell you to do?"
"Didn't I tell you? This concerns the female disciples of Mocu Palace, so I can't tell you. Mm, you don't need to follow me either. Let's find a place to meet tonight!"
"Ah? You're going by