A day ago, the Jiutian Sect was a magnificent sight to behold, with its carved beams and painted rafters, upturned eaves and corners, and towering pavilions. Anyone who visited would have exclaimed at its grandeur, calling it a veritable fairy realm on earth. But the current Jiutian Sect was like it had been ravaged by a violent storm, thrown into complete disarray. ...
The footsteps were somewhat chaotic, indicating that more than one person was approaching. Jiu Hui put her right index finger to her lips and blinked. “We can whisper. No one outside can see or hear us.” ...
“No need.” He struggled to get up, but he collapsed again, powerless. “You’re quite tough.” Jiu Hui sighed and dragged Nan Feng into the barrier. She saw the head disciple of the Shenji School grinning at her and pointed at the purse on his waist, holding up five fingers. ...
“Why are you hiding so far away?” Zhi You looked at them both in confusion. “Immortal Zhi You, lower your voice.” Tao Er turned his head and looked around furtively. “You can’t call the Immortal Venerable by his name, let alone mention that.” ...
The head disciple of the Shenji School looked at his palm, then lowered his head to look at the two people lying on the ground, feeling confused as if his brain had been ripped out. Could it be that he had accidentally released his spiritual energy and knocked them out? ...
“How could it be you?” The chubby white cat took a few steps back, shrinking under the corner of the table, only revealing half of its cat head. “Is it very surprising to see me? Is it very unexpected?” Jiu Hui lifted the quilt and sat at the table, propping her chin up with one hand and beckoning to the chubby cat, “Why are you hiding so far away? Come here.” ...
The cry for help was heart-wrenching and soul-stirring, like a demonic sound piercing through the ears, as if it could penetrate the soul and reach the sea of consciousness. Every sect master in the conference hall heard this roar. Without a second thought, they turned into streams of light and rushed over. ...
“Junior pays respect to Pavilion Master Yu.” Nan Feng came out of the hall. He arranged for two disciples to carry away Sect Master Pao who had fainted on the ground, and bowed to Yu Jing as a junior. ...
Jin Qingqiu put away his jade fan and cupped his hands towards Jiu Hui. “It was I who was inconsiderate and put you in a difficult position.” Seeing that Jiu Hui’s fellow disciples had recovered their vitality, he took the initiative to invite them. “Fellow Daoists, if you don’t mind, why don’t you come up the mountain with me?” ...
“Sect Master Qiu.” Yu Jing suddenly appeared and stood in front of Jiu Hui and Zhi You. She bowed gently to the newcomer. “The last time I saw Sect Master Qiu was fifty years ago. After all these years, Sect Master Qiu is still as radiant as ever.” ...