Rumble-
Black clouds blotted out the sky, thunder shook the heavens, and soybean-sized raindrops battered the black-canopied boat with sharp patters.
Lü Yan sat beneath the canopy, rising and falling with the waves. Because his cultivation technique belonged to fire, the surging water resonance between heaven and earth gradually gave him the discomfort of a humid spell. After a long silence, he asked, "Martial Uncle, do you think Xie Jinhuan might already have taken the opportunity?"
Yellow Qilin True Person sat cross-legged beneath the canopy, his fingers forming a seal. His graying hair did nothing to diminish his imposing vigor, but a trace of twilight between his brows still betrayed his age. At the question, he replied, "Probably not."
He said "probably" rather than speaking with certainty because Qixia True Person had always been impossible to guard against.
In the past, whenever heroes from all quarters fought over opportunities in the Cultivation Dao, no matter how carefully they planned or competed openly and in secret beforehand, it always ended with everyone chasing furiously after a young Daoist nun.
And that was with Qixia True Person courting trouble, deliberately running over with the opportunity to show it off: "Hahaha, look what this is!" If she kept a low profile and quietly left after securing it, outsiders might never even know who had taken the prize.
But getting Qixia True Person to keep a low profile was harder than climbing to heaven. After all, pulling off a big score without anyone knowing was like wearing embroidered robes through the night to her, and it left her positively itching inside.
Thus, Yellow Qilin True Person was also waiting-either for the faintest trace of the opportunity, or for a certain white-haired Daoist nun to jump out and fleece an old acquaintance, demanding a sky-high