A few sword boats of Green Mountain took off from the lotus pond, heading toward the south. Those Daoist halls would remain here for a prolonged time and become a legendary fairy realm for the mortals.
For some reason, Ada was in a bad mood; he left with Nan Wang.
Jing Jiu didn't go back to Green Mountain; he stayed at the Three-Thousand Nunnery.
Soon after, Jing Yao and a few Cultivation practitioners of the imperial court came.
It shouldn't have taken so long to come from Zhaoge City, but they had been forced by the two formidable sword lights to back up many hundred miles.
Gu Qing was not around, and so Liu Shisui took over the responsibility of boiling tea and receiving the guests.
The Little-Elegant Tea in the iron kettle gave off a faint aroma and dampened his face when the steam arose.
He was pondering over what Jian Xilai said before his departure.