Guo Dong gave a faintly mocking smile.
She disliked these people; none of them were at all decisive. They were nothing like Jingyang back then: when he said he would act, he acted, daring to thrust a sword from behind even into the Senior Brother who had raised and taught him since childhood; when he said he would not act, he did not, his expression unchanged even when companions and friends died before his eyes.
She looked at the eastern sky and thought, You clearly don't want to go in, so why come here and put on a show of deep affection for your daughter?
Then she looked at the southern sky and thought, You're probably the one who most wants Divine End Peak's lineage to end, so why come here and pretend to worry about Jing Jiu's whereabouts?
Nine hundred li south of White City lay Juye City.
The Wind Saber Sect's Headquarters was here. The city was countless times more prosperous than White City, with sheep dealers and medicinal herb merchants everywhere in the streets, their cries ringing out incessantly.
A city this prosperous naturally had hotpot restaurants.
A short, thin old man and a young man with delicate features were eating hotpot.
A Yin-Yang Hotpot.
Red Soup had long since come to a boil, while White Soup remained Quiet, looking like the mist deep in the Snowfield.
Holding long chopsticks, the young man swished tripe through Red Soup, his eyes bright, looking exceedingly happy.
The short, thin old man was the Profound Yin Sect's Third-Generation Patriarch.
At a time like this, how could he be in the mood for hotpot? He gave the young man a strange look and said, "Is it really that good?"
The young man ignored him. His right hand, holding the