What does that mean?
Feelings, this old man seems to have been trapped.
Pan Litian felt helpless. He raised his hand and gave Lu Zhou a thumbs-up. 'The older, the wiser.
Little Yuan 'er was baffled.
Pan Litian coughed. He seemed to have understood something. He looked up and said, "Enough wine?"
"Enough."
"A hundred year old wine?"
"A hundred year old wine."
"Alright."
It was just brewing wine.
It was not a difficult task.
Hundreds of years ago, Ji Tiandao was also a wine lover. Every year, he would order people to make good wine.
The older the wine, the more fragrant it was.
Whether it was the five grains or the red yeast made from glutinous rice, no matter how good the brewing method was, they all needed time to settle.
There were many century-old wines in the Evil Sky Pavilion … He could just continue to brew them in the future.
This' good 'was a clear answer.
Lu Zhou nodded in satisfaction.
He turned to Little Yuan 'er and asked, "Is there any news about your Fourth Senior Brother?"
Little Yuan 'er pouted and said, "Master! Fourth Senior Brother hasn't come back yet. He must have forgotten to come back! He must be punished severely! "
"You talk too much."
Lu Zhou reprimanded in a low voice.
It was a good thing that Mingshi Yin was looking for Si Wuya. Moreover, Mingshi Yin's loyalty had always been steady. Lu Zhou was not worried he would do anything out of line. Moreover, Mingshi Yin was smart and had a strong survival ability. Even if he encountered an elite, he would be able to escape.
However …
Since Old Fourth was not around, he could only ask Duanmu Sheng and Hua Wudao to accompany him to Slender West Lake.
The Clarity Sect was struggling at death's door and putting up a stubborn resistance.
The fact that they were able to escape to the shore of Slender West Lake meant that they had some life-saving methods.
In truth, he only needed Duanmu Sheng and Hua Wudao to handle this matter.
But …
That was not all Lu Zhou had in mind. If the Nether Sect went after the Clarity Sect to kill an elite like You Hongyi, it was highly likely that Yu Zhenghai would appear at Slender West Lake.
This was a great opportunity.
This enhanced version of the Binding Cage was specially prepared for these rascals.
"Send word to Elder Hua. I'll be making a trip to Slender West Lake," Lu Zhou said calmly.
"Your disciple understands."
Little Yuan 'er was about to turn around and leave.
A black figure appeared nearby like a ghost.
He stood ramrod straight and was dressed in black.
"There's no need for you to go, Elder Hua.
"Fan Xiuwen?" Little Yuan 'er was stunned.
Little Yuan 'er had always felt that this man was strange, and she was a little afraid of him. If her master could not control him, she would have stayed as far away from him as possible.
Fan Xiuwen wore a simple silver mask that made his eyes look deeper than before. His hands were clasped behind his back.
Even though Fan Xiuwen's cultivation base had not recovered, he had been in a high position for a long time. The aura he exuded over the years was not something an ordinary person could match.
Among everyone present, Lu Zhou was the only one whose aura was superior to Fan Xiuwen's.
Fan Xiuwen shook his head and said, "Fan Xiuwen is dead. There's only Leng Luo left in this world."
"Alright …" Little Yuan 'er stuck out her tongue and stood obediently at the side.
"Leng Luo."
Pan Litian could not help but widen his eyes. He looked at Leng Luo in disbelief and said, "You're the Leng Luo who ranked first on the blacklist 300 years ago?"
Leng Luo remained silent.
The mask obscured his expression, but his stance was clear. 'Old geezer, now you know who's the brat, don't you?'
Pan Litian slowly rose to his feet. He swayed as he struggled to support himself. He said, "Not bad, not bad."
Pan Litian's words sounded strange. It was difficult to tell if he was complimenting or mocking Pan Litian.
Leng Luo snorted and said, "This junior has eyes but can't see. I won't lower myself to your level."
Little Yuan 'er giggled and said, "He's not young anymore … He's Pan Zhong's grandfather, the greatest elite of the Clarity Sect."
The greatest elite of the Clarity Sect?
Leng Luo glanced at her.
His gaze fell on the old beggar who had lost his cultivation base.
Whether the old beggar was Pan Zhong's grandfather or not, the greatest elite of the Clarity Sect was a well-known genius in the cultivation world.
He was from the same generation as Leng Luo.
"Pan Litian?" Leng Luo raised his hand and clapped twice.
This time, Pan Litian did not deny it.
Pan Litian did not deny it. He looked old, and his back was slightly hunched. However, that was not important. What was important was his bearing. It was proof that he was once famous.
The pot calling the kettle black. Neither of them was younger than the other.
Lu Zhou said, "Leng Luo, you haven't recovered from your injuries. You're only 40% recovered, and you're still going to Slender West Lake?"
Hua Wudao was healthy, after all.
Moreover, an elite like him who was focused on the Turtle Retreat Technique could protect the cloud-splitting chariot during critical moments.
Although Leng Luo was powerful, he was too severely injured. He would not be of much help on this trip. In fact, he might even be a burden.
"Please allow me to go, Pavilion Master. Although I'm injured, I can protect myself," Leng Luo said confidently.
"…"
'It's enough for you to protect yourself.
Who's going to protect me? '
Lu Zhou cursed inwardly, but he did not show it on his face.
He was behaving like an elite.
Leng Luo was not wrong.
"Do you want to see Mo Qi?" Lu Zhou asked.
Leng Luo cupped his fists.
Mo Li and Mo Qi. Anyone who was not an idiot would understand the relationship between them.
It was clear that Leng Luo hated Mo Li to the core.
However, it was understandable. Anyone would find it hard to accept being manipulated for so many years. Moreover, he was the famous Leng Luo.
Pan Litian chuckled and said, "I can only watch the show …"
Without his cultivation base, he could only watch the battle like a rotten fish.
When the sun was high up in the sky.
The cloud-splitting chariot left the Evil Sky Pavilion.
The pilot was Duanmu Sheng.
The cloud-splitting chariot was slightly bumpy and swaying. It would occasionally perform some difficult maneuvers.
Little Yuan 'er mumbled, "Third Senior Brother, steady, steady … Ah …"
The flying chariot would go up and down at times.
Duanmu Sheng scratched his head awkwardly. "This is my first time … Please don't take it to heart, junior sister."
Leng Luo had no choice but to hold the chariot. He shook his head.
The cloud-splitting chariot gradually stabilized.
"Thank you, Senior Leng."
Lu Zhou turned to look at Leng Luo.
His cultivation base had not recovered, after all. Did he have to help steer the flying chariot?
Duanmu Sheng was manning the helm with Leng Luo assisting him. The cloud-splitting chariot gradually stabilized.
He found a random corner and collapsed. He said with a smile, "I've never ridden such a majestic flying chariot in my life … This is wonderful …"
The cloud-splitting chariot flew past several mountains and a boundless sea of clouds.
It left a long trail of light in the air.
The flying chariot flew past several rivers.
Lu Zhou glanced at Leng Luo again. He noticed sweat on Leng Luo's forehead.
Lu Zhou looked at Duanmu Sheng and said, "Channel your Primal Qi into the helm in a balanced manner … Don't move the helm. Look ahead and adjust the rhythm."
"Understood, master."
Duanmu Sheng's comprehension skills were far inferior to Mingshi Yin's in this regard.
Under Lu Zhou's guidance, he managed to stabilize the chariot, but it was not smooth enough.
This was not something that could be forced.
Some people are just not cut out for it.
Duanmu Sheng felt awkward throughout the journey. He could not help but feel nervous under the stares of the bosses. He kept mumbling, "Fourth Junior Brother, I've missed you so much …"
Two hours later.
Slender West Lake.
Inside Slender West Park.
Mo Qi, the Sect Master of Clarity Sect, sat with his legs crossed.
He looked extremely tired, and the wrinkles on his face made him look like an old man.
Faint Primal Qi circulated around him.
After circulating it for a while, Mo Qi opened his eyes.
"Men."
A disciple appeared at the door.
"Did you catch Pan Zhong?" Mo Qi asked coldly.
"That traitor Pan Zhong is too cunning. We've been tailing him, but we haven't caught him yet. Moreover, the Nether Sect is closing in on us … I … I don't dare to search recklessly. "
A hint of anger appeared on Mo Qi's face.
"Yu Zhenghai … is too much!"
During the battle in Anyang City, the Nether Sect's appearance had disrupted his plans.
Now, Yu Zhenghai had attacked the Clarity Sect. This caught him off guard.
The Clarity Sect's seven peaks were destroyed.
Apart from him, there were only a dozen or so trusted disciples in the sect.
"Sect Master, please calm down! Slender West Lake is protected by Lady Mo Li's Formation. No matter how powerful Yu Zhenghai is, he wouldn't dare to trespass here … Moreover, the Nether Sect doesn't know that we've escaped here, "the disciple said with a bow.
Mo Qi sighed and shook his head. He said, "Is there any letter from the palace?"
"Lady Mo Li said … There'll be a chariot coming soon. His Highness, the Second Prince, is like a fish in water in the palace … "
"Alright."
Mo Qi endured his injuries and slowly rose to his feet.
"Sect Master … be careful." The disciple hastily supported him.
"It's fine."
Mo Qi shook his head. "If I hadn't been injured by a sound technique in the battle of Anyang, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state."
"You're right, Sect Master … Yu Zhenghai is quite lucky to have received help from an elite."
During the battle at Anyang that day, Mo Qi looked down from the flying chariot and used his grand technique, 'Scram', to force everyone to retreat.
He was the first to bear the brunt of it, so he was affected the most.
However, it was a pity that Zhang Xuan did not have the time to see what kind of expert had unleashed the sound art. Left with no choice, he quickly fled.
Mo Qi arrived outside the courtyard and looked at the lake. He felt much more relaxed.
"Sect master, Pan Zhong is now a member of the Evil Sky Pavilion. Isn't it inappropriate for us to capture him?"
Before Mo Qi could speak, a disciple replied,
"The Evil Sky Pavilion's first disciple, Yu Zhenghai, has killed many people from the Clarity Sect. Capturing Pan Zhong alone is far from enough! Moreover, Pan Zhong was a traitor of the Clarity Sect! Death is not to be regretted! "
At this moment, more than ten Clarity Sect's disciples swiftly gathered in the courtyard.
"Sect Master, the people from the Nether Sect are here!"
As expected …
A Nether Sect's flying chariot slowly appeared in the air to the south of Slender West Courtyard.
The Nether Sect's flag fluttered in the wind on the flying chariot.
The White Tiger Hall's First Seat, Bai Yuqing, stood above the flying chariot and looked down at the courtyard.
"Those who submit to me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish! Mo Qi, surrender yourself! "
The sound waves crashed down and created ripples on Slender West Lake.
Mo Qi said in a deep voice, "Ignore them … The Grand Disorientating Formation can stop the Nether Sect."
The disciples nodded.
Bai Yuqing said in the air, "Mo Qi … The Clarity Sect has become the court's lapdog. They should've known this day would come. Come out and surrender, and perhaps, the sect master will show mercy and spare your lowly life! "
When Mo Qi heard this, he replied,
"Bai Yuqing, you're only Yu Zhenghai's lapdog. The Nether Sect is taking advantage of my perilous situation, and yet, you're shamelessly trying to capture me? "
"You're just a stray dog that only knows how to talk! Even if God himself is here today, he won't be able to save you! "Bai Yuqing's voice was extremely loud.
Mo Qi did not reply.
Instead, he turned around to look at the remaining Clarity Sect disciples.
"Any news from the Seven Clarity Sons?"
"Sect Master, the seven Martial Uncles and Elder You did not catch up to us! I'm afraid … the odds are against him. "
Mo Qi felt a tightness in his chest. He asked unwillingly, "When will the reinforcements from the palace arrive?"
"It has already flown to the Library Palace. But there was no response. "
At this moment, a disciple mustered up his courage and said, "Sect Master, although Yu Zhenghai is powerful, he has his weaknesses. Instead of waiting for death, why don't we … "
Mo Qi said indifferently, "You want to join the Evil Sky Pavilion?"
"I wouldn't dare!"
Another disciple said, "Do you think the Evil Sky Pavilion can do anything to Yu Zhenghai? A traitor like Yu Zhenghai founded the Nether Sect and became the greatest Fiend Sect under the heavens. If that old villain of the Evil Sky Pavilion is truly capable, he wouldn't have allowed Yu Zhenghai to live his life as he pleased. "
"Sigh!" Everyone sighed and shook their heads.
"All we can do now is wait for reinforcements from the palace … Even if we capture Pan Zhong, the Evil Sky Pavilion won't think much of him."
Just then —
The Clarity Sect's disciples noticed a strange phenomenon.
The cultivators hovering in the air by Slender West Lake suddenly turned around and fled.
The others were stunned by this.
"Sect Master, the Nether Sect has retreated!"
"That's great! You're wise, Sect Master! Bai Yuqing is only a dog that relies on his master's power! "
"They seem afraid!"
Mo Qi frowned slightly.
He looked up at the flying chariot in the skies.
Bai Yuqing no longer had his previous demeanor. He seemed to have transformed into a different person. He slipped into the flying chariot with his tail between his legs, turned around, and fled south.
"Mo Qi, you old geezer, I admit defeat. Farewell!"
A man should know when to yield and when to stand tall. Under such circumstances, he had to take back his words.
Bai Yuqing glanced at the north of Slender West Lake and ordered, "Run!"
"First Seat, what did you say?"
"Oh, let's go!" Bai Yuqing said.
Shortly after, the Nether Sect cultivators and the flying chariot vanished without a trace.
"…"
The Clarity Sect's disciples were baffled.
No matter how powerful the Grand Illusion Formation was, it could not be moved.
Was there a need to be afraid?
"Wait! What's that? "A disciple pointed towards the north!
North of Slender West Lake, in the air between the forest and the mountain range, a flying chariot that resembled a shooting star was flying toward them with a long tail.
"Evil Sky Pavilion?"
Mo Qi's chest tightened, and he staggered a step back. His expression was extremely ugly.
No wonder the Nether Sect fled. The Evil Sky Pavilion's flying chariot was here!
"Sect Master!"
When the cloud-splitting chariot was above Slender West Lake, it suddenly rocked up and down. It gradually stabilized and slowed down.
"What does the Evil Sky Pavilion mean by this?"
"Warning?"
Mo Qi clenched his teeth and clutched his chest, "You've gone too far!"
Meanwhile.
On the cloud-splitting chariot.
Duanmu Sheng looked at the disheveled Pan Litian and Leng Luo sheepishly and said, "I didn't slow down properly! Sorry, sorry! "
Since Lu Zhou had a cultivation base, it was not a big deal. With his Divine Court realm cultivation base, he could easily control the balance of his body.
"Master, Slender West Park is just ahead."
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