After staring a pot of White Soup into ruin, Jing Jiu put on his bamboo hat, fastened its cloth ties, went downstairs out of the restaurant, and stepped into a carriage.
The Gu Household had prepared this carriage in advance.
The Gu Household was a great clan in South River Province, with many of its members cultivating at Green Mountain. Even now, two elders remained in secluded cultivation on Heavenly Light Peak and Shiyue Peak respectively.
As his disciple, how could Gu Qing let Jing Jiu trouble himself over such trifles? He had made arrangements long ago.
Over the past year, Gu Qing's standing in his lineage had undergone many subtle changes. Whichever way one looked at it, being Divine End Peak's head disciple seemed very promising. Though his standing at Green Mountain still fell short of Gu Han's, who knew what the future held? A great clan would naturally not make a mistake in such matters.
The carriage compartment was spacious and lavishly furnished. The Gu Household must have put considerable thought into it.
Jing Jiu knew nothing about such things, but he was very satisfied.
Because there was a bed inside, and a window had been cut into the roof, fitted with a single pane of glass that let daylight through.
He unstrapped the cloth-wrapped Iron Sword, lay down on the bed, and knocked on the carriage wall.
Hooves clattered, and the carriage headed out of Yunji Town.
Cloud and mist gathered from all around, drifting past the window.
He watched the scenery through the window without a word.
Besides not wanting to get too close to that person from Qingrong Peak, he had another reason for not traveling with Green Mountain's main party.
Some time earlier, treasure light had suddenly shot out from Meng Mountain in northern