"Tian Yun, stay close to me." Chu Zhen smiled sweetly. She knew Tian Yun's temperament well; over the past several hundred years, he had caused no small number of absurd mishaps. He was quite an interesting cultivator.
No one had ever probed into the bamboo tube on his back. Sect rules strictly forbade coveting the possessions of fellow disciples or killing one another; violators would be sent before Frog Celestial Venerable, who oversaw punishments.
Death.
This prohibition had been personally declared by the First Ancestor of Five Elements. An immortal's word was remembered by the Jade Bamboo World, leaving no room whatsoever for leniency. It was as though such matters had touched some reverse scale of that old man.
The two rose into the air, and half an hour later, they had arrived before the magnificent Ninety-Nine Ring Mountains.
No matter how many years had passed, Tian Yun still felt shaken whenever he looked up at them, just as he had upon first seeing them. One ring, one world; nine was the limit, and ninety-nine was the boundless Great Dao.
Above the sea of clouds at the mountaintop.
Gu Li Sheng and Tian Yun finally met. Their gazes differed, yet they stared at each other for a long time, both of them inwardly trembling.
"You!"
"You!"
They spoke in unison, even stepping forward at the same time, then both hesitated, words caught in their throats.
Song Heng gently shook his head as he kept looking between them. It seemed these two had a story unknown to others—even he had never known of it.
"Huh..." Little Crimson narrowed its eyes. Wasn't this Tian Yun, that poor fellow who had not even had spirit stones back then? How had Brother Xun brought him into the Five Elements Sect?
Still, it did not