Holding White Ghost, Zhao Layue followed Jing Jiu into the hall.
The hall was spacious and empty. Its floor was laid with green jade, carved by some unknown means with extraordinarily intricate patterns that shimmered with light and gave off the faint aura of a formation.
Around the Greenstone Formation stood a row of waist-high platforms, also fashioned from solid green jade, their surfaces exceedingly smooth. All sorts of jade bottles rested on them.
Zhao Layue guessed that these jade bottles must all contain materials that needed to be nurtured by thunder might. Every so often, they would be sent to Shiyue Peak and made into various pills.
Normally, she would have looked at the labels on those jade bottles as Jing Jiu did, but now all her attention was on what she held in her arms.
To put it in the words she had once said to Jing Jiu, she was fierce, and everyone knew how bold she was, but at this moment she felt uneasy.
The white cat in her arms did not move, yet she felt as though she were holding a great mountain, or a wisp of smoke.
A more accurate description would have been-she felt as though she were holding the Green Mountain Patriarch's spirit tablet.
Her arms had long since gone stiff, and her steps were heavy. Looking at Jing Jiu, she asked, "What are we doing here?"
White Ghost opened his eyes and glanced at her, thinking, Green Mountain really gets worse with every generation. She looks quite promising, so how can she be this stupid?
"Since we're taking it away, of course we have to bring the Thunder Soulwood along too."
With that, Jing Jiu walked toward the middle of the greenstone floor.
The Greenstone Formation sensed him and began turning on