The Void Boat slowly rose into the air. Below, Jinshan, Jinshui, and the other disciples of Longcheng Peak waved their arms with all their might.
Immortal Master Qingming kept his hands tucked inside his sleeves, his thoughts unknown.
Jinshan looked up and asked, "Peak Master, Bufan's arm hasn't recovered yet. Will it affect his enlightenment at the Mirror-Viewing Platform?"
Immortal Master Qingming smiled. "Him? Even if you cut off his arm, it wouldn't hold him back from what he wanted to do. His state of mind... you don't understand."
Aboard the Void Boat, which could accommodate hundreds, only a few Cloud Ranking disciples were the principal guests. Presiding over them was none other than the white-robed Sect Hall Sword Cultivator elder with his hair hanging loose... Zhou Mo!
When he boarded, Lü Bufan shuddered at the sight of the Sword Cultivator elder whom he and Sword Slave had led around by the nose... This fellow wouldn't make things difficult for me, would he?
Zhou Mo seemed an exceedingly indolent man. He glanced at Lü Bufan, gave everyone a few instructions, then returned to his cabin to meditate. Cultivator Tianyu and Cultivator Jin Qi had also inherited the wooden, taciturn manner of Sect Hall Disciples and silently returned to their rooms to cultivate.
Delighted to be left in peace, Lü Bufan first looked around, visited the Magic Array and Spirit Furnace below the cabins, then ran off alone to the bow to admire the scenery.
Mozi Mountain was vast and magnificent, spanning no less than a thousand li! The Void Boat rose several hundred zhang into the sky, yet at times it still sped past the flanks of towering peaks, startling flock after flock of white cranes and wild geese into flight.
Clouds and mist swept past beneath ten thousand li