That night.
A trace of dry heat suddenly arose on the cold Shangde Peak.
Starlight fell straight to the bottom of the well, illuminating the black dog.
Corpse Dog opened his eyes and looked up at the sky.
What fell with the starlight was not Jing Jiu, but five lengths of charred-black wood imbued with boundless thunder might.
This was Green Mountain's supreme treasure-thunder soulwood.
The Green Mountain Sect now had only six lengths of thunder soulwood. One was not yet fully mature and was still undergoing the baptism of thunderstorms atop Jade Lake Peak.
When Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue carried White Ghost from Jade Lake Peak to Divine End Peak, they had taken the five mature lengths of thunder soulwood with them.
Apart from the Sect Master True Person and Yuan Qijing, no one knew about this, including the people of Jade Lake Peak.
Corpse Dog lowered his head and sniffed the five lengths of thunder soulwood that had fallen before him. After a moment of silence, he pawed them beneath his body, hiding them away like bones.
Early the next morning, atop Divine End Peak.
Gu Qing said, "That carriage is at the Fruitful Accomplishment Temple. Should we have someone bring it back?"
Jing Jiu said, "No need. That would be too slow."
With that, he reached out, gathered the cat into his arms, and sat down on the Iron Sword.
The Iron Sword carried him diagonally up into the sky.
Zhao Layue watched his receding figure with a slightly strange feeling. She kept thinking that he seemed somewhat anxious, not as detached and unhurried as before-or rather, as lazy.
Gu Qing praised him. "Now that is truly riding a sword into the distance... that is the bearing of an immortal."
Yuan Qu froze for