"A little faster."
The silent blue-clothed stranger suddenly spoke. "Wuqiong Bi will assuredly sense the end of his life."
Experts of the Divine Domain like Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi had assuredly left a brand in their son's sea of consciousness as a final guarantee of safety.
The stranger's Qi could separate the activity in the restaurant and the chill Mu Jiushi had released from the world, but it could not sever the connection between true blood and the soul.
Mu Jiushi awoke from her perplexed state and lightly flicked her finger.
A gentle wind shot out from her fingertip and fell on Bie Tianxin's body.
With a rustle, the ice sculpture collapsed into countless fragments, which were then blown away by the wind, becoming even more fragmented until they were crystalline grains like sand.
The stranger extended his hand and swept the crystalline grains into his sleeve, then brought Mu Jiushi out of the restaurant.
A priest came into the room and swept the floor clean with a broom.
If Chen Changsheng were present, he would assuredly recognize this priest, because this priest was an old acquaintance of the Orthodox Academy.
Priest Xin of the Bureau of Ecclesiastic Education had reappeared after three years, but he had suddenly appeared in Fengyang City. Why was this?
Priest Xin went to a neighboring room and took a stool. Sitting in the nearby corridor, he closed his eyes and began to wait.
His complexion was rather unsightly, because he was waiting for death.
A fishing boat left the dock of Fengyang City and began to sail up the gorge. Once it was out of sight, it began to travel at an unimaginable speed despite the lack of wind.
It didn't take long for the fishing boat to reach a river several dozen li away.
The blue-clothed stranger stood at the bow of the boat, calmly gazing at the turbulent river. Perhaps he was trying to see something, or perhaps he was trying to find the tracks left behind by a certain person not long ago?
Mu Jiushi sat in the boat, gazing at the stranger's back. "The Black Dragon is not in Fengyang City today."
The stranger replied, "Yes."
Confused, Mu Jiushi asked, "Since we can't act in Hanqiu City, why can we act today?"
The stranger replied, "First of all, time is very tight. Second, I don't know where the Black Dragon was that day, but I know where she is today, and no one else knows."
Mu Jiushi didn't understand, but she believed in his words.
The stranger in cyan seemed to have seen something and gently brushed his sleeves.
The crystal powder, which still carried a lingering chill, fell from his sleeves and was washed away by the rushing river. There was no trace of it, not even a ripple.
…
…
The upper reaches of the River of Hatred had many tributaries. One of these tributaries had clear water, with many wild trees growing along its banks. The scenery was beautiful, and it was called the Tong River.
The verdant mountains on the upper reaches of the Tong River were part of the Five Foothills of the South.
There was a mountain in the depths of the mountain range that was enveloped in clouds and mist all year round, causing it to seem especially mysterious and holy.
That was the holy land in the hearts of countless cultivators and believers — Holy Maiden Peak.
South Stream Temple was located on Holy Maiden Peak, and its jurisdiction was even larger. At least several hundred mountains and a thousand li of plains belonged to it.
South Stream Temple, like the Longevity Sect, was also the ancestral court of the southern faction of the Orthodoxy. It had many subordinate sects like Gentle Stream Monastery and Lotus Pond. Together with the ordinary people who had lived here for generations, it was bustling with activity. This was especially the case for the small village by the Tong River, which was bustling to the extreme.
On a certain afternoon, the river bank outside the small village was peaceful as usual, but a sudden gust of wind blew. The reeds in the river were flattened and the yellow oxen on the meadow galloped in fear.
Two dark green rays of light flashed through the air.
A girl with a dull expression appeared on the river bank. It was Nanke.
Chen Changsheng crawled up from the ground and brushed the dust off his body. He glanced at Nanke, wanting to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.
Soon after, the three of them descended from the sky onto the meadow.
Tang Thirty-Six and Hu Thirty-Two were still very normal, just like before they had entered the Garden of Zhou.
But Zhexiu was in a rather sorry state. His clothes were covered in even more dust than Chen Changsheng's, and there were several holes on his clothes. There was even a wound on his face.
Chen Changsheng was flabbergasted. He thought to himself, there shouldn't be any enemies in the Garden of Zhou, so just who did he fight with so fiercely?
Seeing his gaze, Zhexiu said, "I fought with those monsters."
Tang Thirty-Six recalled that scene and repeatedly shook his head. Hu Thirty-Two also had a complex expression.
At the time, they had sat at the highest point of the Mausoleum of Zhou. Thick smoke had roiled from outside the Mausoleum of Zhou and the monsters had surged in like a tide, their furious roars seeming like they wanted to tear apart the sky.
Zhexiu was like a stone. Sometimes he would be submerged, and sometimes he would appear. Watching him, they felt both admiration and worry.
Chen Changsheng did not ask why Zhexiu had fought with those monsters, because he knew the reason.
Back in the Plains of the Unsetting Sun, Zhexiu had been blinded and had to flee with Qi Jian on his back. He had long since formed a deep grudge with those monsters.
Hu Thirty-Two looked at Chen Changsheng, his expression even more respectful.
In Wenshui City and in the valley, this bishop had been extremely respectful to Chen Changsheng, and it had come from the bottom of his heart. But now, his respect came from the depths of his heart.
How could one judge the abilities and potential of a true expert? The simplest method was to look at the size of the miniature world they possessed.
The larger the miniature world they could control, the higher their level.
Now, he had confirmed the rumor. The Garden of Zhou truly was in the Pope's hands.
Many years ago, when he was serving in the Hall of Pure Virtue, he had entered the Green Leaf World of the previous Pope.
He was very sure that the Green Leaf World was not as large as the Garden of Zhou.
This made him even more confident in the Pope, the Orthodoxy, and … in his own future.
Chen Changsheng naturally did not know that having Hu Thirty-Two enter the Garden of Zhou would bring him the same benefits as having An Hua and Chen Chou enter the Garden of Zhou.
At this moment, his gaze rested on a very distant mountain range.
The mountain range was beautiful and covered in a dense green. Even under the noon sun, there was not the slightest hint of dryness. Looking at it made one feel tranquil.
The further one went into the mountain range, the denser the vegetation, the deeper the green, but it was not overgrown. The clouds gradually diluted the colors, making it all the more elegant and beautiful.
In the depths of the clouds, one could faintly make out an extremely tall mountain. It seemed both real and illusory, making it impossible to make out its true appearance.
That was Holy Maiden Peak?
Seeing that distant mountain, Tang Thirty-Six was also rather excited. It had to be known that Holy Maiden Peak was a famous holy land, but this was his first time seeing it with his own eyes.
Chen Changsheng's change in mood was mostly because Holy Maiden Peak was where Xu Yourong lived and cultivated.
In her later letters, Xu Yourong had never mentioned what Holy Maiden Peak looked like.
He had imagined it many times.
Even though Xu Yourong was probably still in seclusion and could not meet him.
But when he thought of her on that mountain, he still felt a great longing.
It was just like that most cliché of descriptions.
At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to grow a pair of wings and fly over.
Nanke walked in front of him, raised her head, and very seriously said, "You want to fly? Why don't you tell me? "
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