White Emperor Pavilion.
The long-missed name echoed in Jin Xu's ears.
It awakened the memories of that day.
He was so close to falling into their grasp, if not for his presence of mind to use "Hand Palm Thunder" and shatter that water-blue shield.
Otherwise, he might still be held hostage at the White Emperor Pavilion.
The impression left by that love-brained old lady on the little Taoist was second only to the Qingmu Academy's Old Dean who nearly "killed" him.
"Hmm, I know, it's one of the Four Great Immortal Sects."
Jin Xu tightened his grip on the Water Spirit Chain in his hand.
The Taiji Bull, feeling pain around its ankles, glanced up with a naive look in its eyes, now tinged with confusion?
"Right, it is a well-known Righteous Path Immortal Sect in the Nine Provinces Realm, but let alone the old Taoist's old friend, even this old Taoist has never heard of him having any connections with the White Emperor Pavilion."