Several Green Mountain Sword Boats slowly left the Lotus Pool, heading south. Those Dao Halls would presumably remain here for many years, becoming an immortal paradise in the legends of the mortal world.
For some reason, Big One was in a somewhat bad mood and left with Nan Wang.
Jing Jiu did not return, staying at Three Thousand Courtyard.
Before long, Jing Yao and several Attendants arrived.
The journey from Chaoge City should not have taken this long, but earlier, those two mighty streaks of Sword Light had forced them back a thousand li.
With Gu Qing absent, boiling water and brewing tea for the guests naturally fell to Liu S sui.
The Little Elegance in the Iron Kettle gave off a faint fragrance, settling on his face with a touch of dampness.
He was thinking about what Xilai had said before leaving.
From that Small Mountain Village until now, he had done whatever Jing Jiu told him to do. Whether going to Fruitful Accomplishment Temple to listen to scriptures or to One-Thatch Studio to study, he had always been obedient.
Because back then, he had understood clearly that the Great Dao stretched endlessly ahead. Even if he and the young master parted for a time, they would reunite one day, as long as they did not die.
This time, however, it was entirely different. Once the young master left, he would never return.
The more he thought, the more his thoughts churned, like the tea boiling in the Iron Kettle. Only when Yuan Qu reminded him did he come to his senses, pick up the teapot, and pour Jing Jiu and Jing Yao a cup each.
Though Jing Yao held the exalted position of Divine Emperor, he dared not neglect courtesy toward Liu S sui, thanking him before accepting