Jing Jiu did not ride his sword, not out of habit, but for safety.
As a conservative, having encountered three Profound Yin Cult followers immediately after emerging from underground, he had to find out what had happened in Cold Mountain first.
Ahead stood a lone mountain rising with the terrain. He walked up it.
The higher he climbed, the paler the wild grass became, turning from yellow to white, like snow.
At the mountain's highest point, he sat down. Before him was a sheer cliff, and beneath it lay more wasteland.
Universe Edge left his hand, cut down the frost-covered grass, piled it over his body and the ground, then slipped silently into the clippings.
Jing Jiu concealed his aura and became an inconspicuous stone. Even someone walking right past him would have had trouble noticing his presence.
He looked out over the wasteland before the cliff. The green grass, difficult to spot up close, instead became scattered patches of green when viewed from afar.
Only then did he remember that early spring had already arrived.
Early spring was a lovely time when all things sprouted and grew, and also the time of the Green Mountain Sword Inheritance Assembly.
That boy had climbed so high on Sword Peak, looked so naturally flustered upon seeing him and Zhao Layue, and rolled down the mountain with his hands over his head so adeptly. He really was someone worth nurturing. Jing Jiu wondered whether Gu Qing had taken care of the matter.
He was learning from his Senior Brother, to avoid meeting the same helpless ending as in his previous life.
Having more disciples and helpers was always good: Fang Jingtian, Chicken and Corpse Dog, for instance, or Monk Du Hai, Profound Yin Child, and the Nether Master he had just met.
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