(In the last sentence of yesterday's chapter, I wrote Master Mo instead of Master Lü. Just letting everyone know-sorry about that.)
At Divine End Peak Summit, the thin mist gradually dispersed.
Gu Qing knelt before Zhao Layue.
Neither Jing Jiu nor Zhao Layue liked their disciples constantly kneeling, but today he had to kneel, because he had returned alone.
Zhao Layue looked at the empty ground beside the cliff, thinking of the bamboo chair that used to be there. After a moment's silence, she asked, "How many days ago did this happen?"
Gu Qing said, "Seven days ago."
Yuan Qu stood to one side, thinking anxiously that his martial uncle had wandered for three years, only to disappear again just after coming out?
Zhao Layue asked, "Did he leave any instructions?"
Gu Qing was about to say no when he suddenly remembered what had happened as the Iron Sword passed over Cold Mountain. "Master said to find out who the current sect master of the Profound Yin Sect is, then kill him when the opportunity arises."
Zhao Layue said, "Then find out and make preparations."
Gu Qing thought his master must have meant to do the killing himself. Then he thought that this time, his master might truly never return, and grief overwhelmed him.
He had seen that sword strike amid the blue sea and sky very clearly that day.
Who could survive a full-strength strike from the Western Sea Sword God?
The mood atop the peak was subdued, but not everyone was as sorrowful as Gu Qing.
The white cat lay on the Jade Couch, sleeping with Cold Cicada in its embrace, its eyes closed as it snored softly.
On this trip away from Green Mountain, it had not managed to fight Azure Dragon or found a