The pleasure boat pierced the sea of clouds, racing toward the Central Plains with the force of thunder.
Inside the Boat Tower's hall, Xie Jinhuan was pinned to a couch beneath the Ghost Bride. His collar had already been pulled open, and he kept raising his hands. "Senior, calm down-"
"What's wrong with a little kiss? Pucker up!"
"Uh-"
Beside them, the Iceberg Sword Immortal sat sideways on the couch in a black-and-white Daoist robe, her eyes closed in concentration. Her eyelashes fluttered, and before her eyes had fully opened, anxiety and panic flooded her face.
Xie Jinhuan, who had been squirming bashfully, abruptly came to his senses at the sight. He sat upright, held down the White-Haired Immortal, and looked over. "Qingmo?"
Qixia True Person's desires might have surged to the heavens, but she still remembered what mattered. At the sight, all distracting thoughts vanished, and she turned to ask, "What's happening in Jingzhao Prefecture?"
"Grandmaster!"
Linghu Qingmo had just been gathering information at the Directorate of Celestial Observation when, in a single instant, boundless yin baleful intent had descended over all of Jingzhao Prefecture. Its overwhelming force had completely exceeded his imagination. With no time to concern himself with their position, he simply grabbed Qixia True Person's sleeve. "Hurry back! The Corpse Ancestor seems to have entered the Seventh Realm of the Martial Dao and broken out of the Demon-Suppressing Mausoleum. Zen Master Wuxin has probably already died a martyr, Sect Master Lu has retreated in defeat, and Yellow Qilin True Person hasn't arrived yet-"
It was only a brief statement, yet the weight it carried exceeded everything Xie Jinhuan had experienced traveling far and wide over nearly the past year combined. It even made him suspect Momo had seen things wrong.
Zen Master Wuxin's possible martyrdom was