Upon learning this news, Shen Qiu immediately changed his mind.
As the saying went, "Stand high and see far." Young Master Death-Defying possessed such a background, so he must have grasped quite a few secrets; perhaps he could uncover some clues.
"Since that's the case, we'll take our leave first."
Seeing this, Shen Xiao and the others immediately clasped their fists and prepared to leave the Gathering Worthies Pavilion.
After all, they had not been invited. Staying here would only add to the awkwardness.
Moreover, once Young Master Death-Defying, such a major figure, arrived, the various Heavenly Prides would certainly swarm over. With so many people around, it would be hard to avoid getting dragged into trouble. They might as well withdraw early.
"Safe travels."
Shen Qiu nodded. After all these years, he had finally learned a little about human relations and worldly affairs, and he prepared to see them to the door.
But just then, Little Martial Saint suddenly turned around and cupped his hands toward everyone. "I'm not leaving. I might as well take this opportunity to inquire about the whereabouts of the Soul-Nurturing Sacred Medicine."
Everyone had just heard about King Jiang Wu's condition, so they understood.
"Then we'll meet again in three days."
After exchanging farewells, Ouyang Qinghe took the lead, and she drifted away with the others.
For a time, the vast mountain valley became much quieter.
The people of the Burial Ground cultivated the Corpse Dao. They were eccentric and rigid, as cold and hard as chunks of ice, barely uttering a few words even after half a day.
Only Junior Brother Zang occasionally struck up a conversation with Little Martial Saint, drawing the attention of everyone present.
"...Speaking of which, Fellow Daoist, you seem to have quite a close relationship with Shen