702 Putting down More Go Pieces (1/2)

Jing Jiu's sympathy seemed a bit odd; he didn't appear to feel sympathetic toward the Green Bird. It seemed that he felt sentimental toward the people of the world.

He felt sorry for the people of the world when he said ”it's too late.”

The Green Bird trotted to the edge of the board and looked at the outside of the cliff. Her eyes revealed a complicated emotion when she thought of the Immortal Taiping, who had just passed away, and the tens of thousands of years she spent on Cloud-Dream Mountain.

She knew clearly that Jing Jiu wouldn't ask her to seek the Immortal Bai, because it would be too dangerous for her.

Even the Pagoda of Suppressing Devils owned by the Immortal Tan had been counterattacked by the Bai family with another formation; who could tell what sort of a trap the Center Sect had laid in the Green Sky Mirror.

Then, who should go and stop the Immortal Bai? Was it, as Jing Jiu said, too late to do so?!

Outside the cliff was the ocean of clouds that became whiter under the bright starlight. There was a large gap on the edge of the ocean of clouds, which used to be the site for Shangde Peak.

It was a patch of black ground now. The cliff rocks were extremely dense and the surface of the ground was very smooth, looking like a gigantic black jade plate.

Countless strands of cold intent emerged from the black jade plate, turning the water steam into small snowflakes falling down in the air. As such, there was no cloud over the black ground.

The Queen of the Snowy Kingdom didn't swallow all of the cold source at the bottom of Shangde Peak; so a part of it still remained.

As the small snowflakes were falling down, the Dead Dog crouched in the middle of the huge black jade plate quietly. He looked like a black stone statue that was a part of the ground, giving off a sacred bearing as well as a solemn sensation of beauty.

Since no disciple of Green Mountain dared to gaze at this principal guard who looked like a divine demon, it was more noticeable when the Green Bird landed on the Go board.

The Dead Dog turned his head toward Shenmo Peak; he expressed his intent through his deep and imperturbable expression in his eyes.

”You have to guard the Sword Jail; you can't go out,” said Jing Jiu.

The Dead Dog didn't feel dejected after his request was turned down by Jing Jiu, though a perplexed expression showed in his eyes.

Ada scratched Jing Jiu with his paw to remind him that he had just made a wrong statement; in fact, Ada thought in his mind that Jing Jiu was an idiot and didn't know what he was talking about.

Shangde Peak was gone, and so was the Sword Jail; what would the Dead Dog guard?

”You have to guard Green Mountain,” Jing Jiu corrected himself and continued, ”And it's really too late.”

What on earth was too late? Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui didn't think too much of it; Que Niang was still thinking about the last game; Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qü found it was rather odd when they thought about it. Even though the Immortal Bai was not dead, why should they feel so scared? The Center Sect would have a turmoil after this event, but that was their problem; why would it have anything to do with the Green Mountain Sect? Would the Immortal Bai dare to come to Green Mountain and attack them? Was she more formidable than the Grandmaster Taiping and the Fairy Lady Bai Ren?

Jing Jiu didn't pay attention to the puzzles his disciples had; he closed his eyes while lying on the bamboo chair to rest.

A bright and colorful sword fire came out from the broken part of his earlobe, looking like a ruby earring glittering under the starlight.

The sword fire was ablaze for a long time before it extinguished. The tiny wound had finally stopped bleeding. It was then that the morning sunlight arrived and shone on the devastated peaks of Green Mountain.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes; he didn't look as tired as he did the night before.

Zhao Layue asked while staring at his eyes, ”Are you really okay?”

”I'm not going to die for sure.”

Jing Jiu reached out his hand and rubbed her head before he leapt up into the air and left the top of Shenmo Peak.

The clouds and fog suddenly dispersed, and the Sword Peak revealed a patch of its true appearance. The collapsed cliffs looked like countless twisted and buckled paths; they looked like leaning against each other for comfort even though they were in a horrendous condition.

Jing Jiu landed on a high spot in front of a cliff wall; he saw countless flying swords and the young man inside the swords.

Ping Yongjia was standing in the middle of the flying swords filling the sky pale-faced. When he saw Jing Jiu, he yelled gleefully, ”Master! Master! You've come finally.”

Jing Jiu waved his hand a few times; the flying swords in the sky returned to their respective stone cracks and rock heaps along with frequent sounds of air breaking, to continue receiving the nurture from the energy of heaven and earth.

Ping Yongjia ran to Jing Jiu and said with a hint of terror, ”These swords had gone mad yesterday. They went up to the sky by following a white monster. They came back and trapped me inside them after they killed that fairy lady. I don't know what they intend to do.”

Jing Jiu looked at him quietly for a long time. ”I ordered them to do so,” he said suddenly.