159 The Young Woman in Thick Clothing (2/2)

As the zither music died down, a young woman appeared outside the ruins of the Daoist temple.

The man in black had already vanished.

Her ordinary face didn't show any emotion as she looked at the lush but common valley.

She didn't expect that man in black to have such a powerful escaping method; she chose to stay rather than to chase after him.

In this late spring, this young woman still wore thick clothing, which looked rather odd.

She waved her sleeves a few times, and the bricks in the ruins rolled away, exposing the ground.

Sitting in the corner, Zhao Layue looked terrible, her clothes torn and soaked in blood, her hair matted and her face dirty.

Yet her expression was rather peaceful. Looking at the young woman in thick clothing, Zhao Layue didn't say anything.

Zhao Layue was trapped here and almost got killed because of the appointment with this woman that day.

This young woman in thick clothing was the principal disciple of the Water-Moon Nunnery, Guo Dong.

Guo Dong walked over the broken bricks and stood before Zhao Layue. ”You are even stupider than I though,” said Guo Dong while pressing on Zhao Layue's wounds to help stop the bleeding.

Zhao Layue said, ”I hadn't given it much thought because I take it for granted that we should meet.”

”Why?” Guo Dong asked.

Zhao Layue said, ”You're the disciple of Lian Sanyue, and I'm the disciple of Immortal Jing Yang, so we must meet.”

Guo Dong sensed the residual sword wills in the ruins. After a moment of silence, she said, ”You're right. He has left this sword movement to you, meaning that he indeed took you as his true disciple. I really should meet you.”

Zhao Layue ran her hand through her matted hair and gathered the hair behind her ears. She missed Jing Jiu's wooden comb.

She didn't want her current unsightly appearance seen by Guo Dong.

It was because she was the disciple of Lian Sanyue.

A short while later, a strong wind rose and the water of the stream in the Mingcui Valley was disturbed. A sword light landed on the ground like lightning.

The peak master of Qingrong, Nan Wang, had arrived.

She looked at Zhao Layue, arching her eyebrows slightly. ”Who was he?” she asked.

Zhao Layue replied, ”He left a few minutes ago.”

”So he wished to escape, did he?”

Nan Wang turned toward the valley, showing lethal intent.

The seams of her clothing flew up with the wind, and countless intimidating sword wills filled the entire space in the Mingcui Valley.

A strong Sword Awareness spread in all directions, instantly covering the area of five square miles in the fields and on the mountains.

Yet she hadn't found any energy related to the Cultivation practitioner.

Guo Dong said, ”It must be the Escaping Method of Heaven and Earth.”

Nan Wang glanced at her once without saying anything.

She didn't like Lian Sanyue, so it was only natural that she not like Guo Dong as well, though she had to admit that the disciples of the Water-Moon Nunnery had outstanding knowledge.

More sword lights had arrived at the Mingcui Valley and landed by the stream. Dozens of disciples of the Green Mountain Sect had arrived on their flying swords from Zhaoge City.

Nan Wang said emotionlessly, ”Make the Sword Formation to search for the enemy.”

Whoosh!!! Whoosh!!! Whoosh!!!

The disciples of the Green Mountain flew away in all directions to form a huge Sword Formation to search the fields and mountains that covered an area of about fifty square miles.

Dozens of sword lights appeared in the sky, even near the city walls of Zhaoge, shocking the city dwellers.

Not long afterwards, the disciples of the Green Mountain came back one by one. Yao Songshan shook his head toward Nan Wang.

Nan Wang became very angry, as she didn't think the enemy could escape the Sword Formation of the Green Mountain. She also became cautious.

Were those old men of the Center Sect involved?

”Are you okay?”

Nan Wang asked Zhao Layue this emotionlessly while looking at her. The question was supposed to be caring, but somehow her tone was extremely uncaring, devoid of any warmth.

Zhao Layue answered Nan Wang with an even more uncaring tone:

”I won't die.”