"Above the Moon, Above the Moon..." Zhang Xiaohua muttered under his breath as he gazed at Dianchi Lake, shaped like a full moon, lost in thought.
By now, many tents had been set up around Dianchi Lake, and numerous carriages stood parked at the foot of the mountain. The disciples were all dressed like the disciples of Wuming Hall. When they saw Zhang Xiaohua's convoy entering, quite a few came over to greet them, clearly old acquaintances.
Before Zhang Xiaohua and the others could recover their wits, a middle-aged man had already approached. He went straight to Peacock, who had just stepped down from the carriage, and bowed. "Lord Kong, you have returned. You have worked hard."
Peacock smiled lightly and returned a slight bow. "Steward Lu, you have worked hard as well. So many disciples need your arrangements; it must have taken no small amount of effort."
Steward Lu waved his hands repeatedly. "Being able to serve Inner Sect disciples such as yourselves, who have rendered such great service, is my honor. Moreover, Lord Kong managed to crush the Heavenly Dragon Sect's scheme this time. You have greatly raised the prestige of our Incense-Passing Cult, making me admire you all the more."
Peacock knew the truth of the matter herself. She merely smiled and did not respond. Steward Lu continued, "Fortunately, Lord Kong returned in time. Had you not arrived by tomorrow, you would have had no choice but to wait another two years."
Peacock waved a hand. "It is enough that we returned. Better that than having our lives taken by others, wouldn't you say?"
Steward Lu shook his head vigorously. "How could Lord Kong possibly have been defeated in martial arts? If the Heavenly Dragon Sect had not used three against one, you would never have been