While the entire Demoness lineage mobilized and joined forces to form the Hehuan Formation against the Hehuan Patriarch, who was on the verge of Demon Transformation, things looked quite different for the Immortal Maiden lineage. Hualin Academy lay in shambles. Some of the cultivators who had rushed to help from all directions stayed behind to provide disaster relief; the rest immediately set out in every direction to search for the Corpse Ancestor and the others.
Linghu Qingmo walked along the river beneath the Oil-Paper Umbrella. He seemed to be surveying the harbor, but he kept the hazy pleasure boat in the distance in the corner of his eye. Beside him, the Iceberg Female Sword Immortal, his mother-in-law, maintained a dignified, solemn expression, not daring to show the slightest concern for her son-in-law. After all, the White-Haired Master was walking ahead of them with her hands behind her back, looking weighed down by worries, as though contemplating some thousand-year plan concerning all the common people.
The three walked on in silence for an indeterminate length of time. Nangong Ye actually wanted to ask what her master was thinking, but her master looked so serious that she could hardly bring herself to speak. Only when their aimless wandering had dragged on until nearly noon did Coal Ball, perched on Linghu Qingmo's shoulder, finally speak up:
"Gooji, gooji?"
It probably meant-what were they wandering around here for? They should eat first...
Only then did Nangong Ye step half a pace forward:
"Master, it's getting late, and there isn't much left to do here. When are we heading back?"
Qixia True Person was not thinking about anything momentous. She was merely watching Xiaomei undergo punishment in secret. Seeing that the Red-Haired Hu Concubine had been filled into a cream puff, she decided the timing