Cui Jiuyang carried Ninth Lady into the rear hall of Jidu Shrine, leaving Turtle Chancellor and Ming outside staring at each other.
Earlier, on the shores of the East Sea, Turtle Chancellor had seen Cui Jiuyang carving words into a reef with his sword and called out to him.
Cui Jiuyang had answered but had not yet come over when boundless spiritual energy suddenly enveloped him. There was so much of it that it covered the surface of the East Sea in mist.
Watching Cui Jiuyang shrouded in mist, Turtle Chancellor patted the head of the Board-Ribbed Mange Qilin beneath him and asked, "What's happening to your master?"
Mange Qilin shook his head. "I don't know either."
Turtle Chancellor cursed, "Why don't you know anything I ask you?"
Mange Qilin felt rather wronged. "But I did bring you to our master, Chancellor, didn't I?"
On second thought, Turtle Chancellor realized Mange Qilin had a point. Finding Cui Jiuyang was an achievement in itself.
He was just about to praise the horse when a mysterious fluctuation over the sea ahead suddenly caught his attention.
After sensing it carefully, Turtle Chancellor exclaimed in astonishment, "Damn it, has this brat actually brought on a heavenly tribulation?"
Mist billowed over the sea, and above those layers of mist, black tribulation clouds were gathering.
Rumbles of thunder brewed within the tribulation clouds, and purple currents lit up half the sky through the deep black clouds.
Turtle Chancellor's heart instantly leaped into his throat. This brat won't get struck dead, will he? I came all this way to find him, only to carry a piece of charcoal back to the Ji River? That would be one hell of a joke!
Cui Jiuyang, out on the sea, was also somewhat bewildered. The gathering spiritual energy was