As the most magnificent and majestic peak in the Nine Provinces, even the summit of Heavenly Terrace Mountain of Prayer to the Sage was incomparably vast, like a plain in the sky, spacious enough to accommodate all the Immortal Clan mortals seeking masters and the Dao.
The sun shone brightly, and a gentle breeze brushed past.
Immortal trees grew here and there across the mountaintop at its boundless height.
Immortals stood in a gathering.
Behind the immortals of the Origin Church.
Xiao Yi lingered indecisively where he stood. By now, he had completely lost his enthusiasm for seeking the Dao and entering an immortal sect; instead, his face was full of worry.
He looked toward Ming Yueye, who stood not far away among the Luofu immortals, behind a beautiful purple-robed female immortal.
He hesitated over whether to walk over to Ming Yueye and ask her to explain.
Why had she not followed their agreement?
Several times, he raised his gaze toward Ming Yueye, yet she never responded.
But he had clearly seen that Ming Yueye had noticed him!
Yet her eyes no longer held their former warmth.
It seemed that all those years as childhood companions, all that dreamlike tenderness, had been a pretense.
His heart lurched, and an ominous premonition spread through him.
Yue'er, what is going on?
An inexplicable phrase suddenly surfaced in his mind.
The first stroke of the sword upon reaching shore cuts down the one you love?
Just as he hesitated.
At the Luofu immortals' gathering place.
Xuanming had long since noticed the strange behavior of these two young people.
One kept looking over, while the other stood in place, pretending not to notice, though her state of mind was also fluctuating intensely.
As a responsible master, Xuanming was not one to be reserved. She