579 A Grand Celebration (2/2)

Ning Que smiled and said, ”I just want to remind you of the deadly consequences of spreading rumors.”

Cheng Lixue wasn't keen to engage in this kind of meaningless conversation with him again. He simply took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it over to Ning Que, while saying, ”This is a letter that the Divine Priest of Judgment wrote back, and I was asked to pass it to you personally.”

Ning Que was slightly startled and as he opened the letter, he saw that it was Ye Hongyu's handwriting indeed.

In the letter, Ye Hongyu briefly explained the process of hunting down Prince Long Qing outside the borders of North of Yan Kingdom. It didn't explain in detail about the thunder by the Shubi Lake, but it did say that Long Qing did not die, and how he took a few dozens of his fallen knights and reunited with the army of the Left King's Palace, running away to the depths of the Wilderness.

The fact that Long Qing was able to survive Ye Hongyu's sword was highly unexpected for Ning Que. He deduced that something interesting must have happened, only that there was nothing he could do if Ye Hongyu refused to tell.

As he remembered the black peach blossom, the silent and gloomy aura, Ning Que could almost foresee the upcoming danger.

He knew too well how strong and terrifying Long Qing was, especially with the mystic devouring technique he was endowed with, as it would make him stronger at a fascinating speed.

Back in the day in front of the Red Lotus Temple, had Long Qing not been startled by his Practice of Taotie and escaped, he would have already been killed.

Even though there were no Taoist cultivators in the Wilderness, there were many Priests and Necromancers. Without forewarning and preparation, they would end up being the best meal option for Long Qing.

As someone who should have died long ago, but kept surviving and continued to become stronger and ever more terrifying, Ning Que found Long Qing rather admirable. He raised his eyebrow slowly, and remembered about the rumor that lingered since years ago, about them being each other's nemeses. He wondered, would this actually become reality?

Ye Hongyu's letter consisted of two pages.

On the second sheet, she drew a sword.

Ning Que stared at the sword on the paper, experiencing the awe-inspiring sword style it conveyed, faintly sensing the undefeated power she expressed while she drew that sword. He couldn't help but shiver, and he muttered to himself, ”I cannot believe you were inspired so soon. Do you mind not being so strong? It makes me feel rather weak.”

While he said that, he was actually rather grateful to Ye Hongyu, as she decided to draw the sword to let him know as soon as she became further inspired by the Dahe Sword. This was obviously out of concern that his progress was too slow to defeat Long Qing in the future.

Surely Ning Que also knew that, adding this previous notion and the Tao addict's personality, an even more important factor was her fear that their future fight wouldn't be interesting enough, because of his lagging too far behind.

Cheng Lixue heard him talking to himself, and he couldn't help feeling bitter, saying, ”When I saw you in the Wilderness, you hadn't reached Seethrough state yet. Today I see that you have already entered the Knowing Destiny State. If you consider yourself to be weak, I should probably dig a hole and bury myself in front of you and the Divine Priest of Judgment.”

Ning Que patted him on the shoulder in consolation, ”Happiness lies in contentment.”

In shock, Cheng Lixue almost spewed blood to taint his snow white eyebrows.

After a while, he said feebly, ”I finally understand why Prince Long Qing was so infuriated after losing to you in Chang'an years ago. Anyone would be infuriated upon losing the opportunity to become the Headmaster's disciple. Furthermore, he lost to someone like you. That would definitely lead to sleepless nights.”

Ning Que smile and said, ”I didn't do anything at the time, except for asking him whether he wanted to have some cake.”

The meeting taking place at the back hall of the Lanke Temple was certainly not apt for the ordinary cultivators to take part in. They could only remain waiting at the Middle Temple while discussing actively. Nevertheless, they didn't seem to be too tense or nervous looking at their facial expressions.

Those who were unable to raise their heads and look at the sky certainly wouldn't understand how high the sky could be, and they could never touch the real secrets; therefore, they obviously could not foresee the danger ahead. As a result of that, they would be more likely to remain in their comfort zone, thinking that the Underworld Invasion was simply a myth that wasn't worth their concern.

The four stone statues sat quietly by the side of the hall, and things continued to be nice and quiet, because only very few people were entitled to sit in this place.

Master Qishan sat in the very center, his emaciated face showing compassion.

The Monk Guan Hai stood by his side.

Ning Que and Sangsang sat by the left hand side of the Master.

Master Boshu, President of Commandment Yard of the Xuankong Temple sat by his right.

Regardless of how prestigious and highly regarded anyone else in this hall could be in this world, they all ought to show their due respect in front of the representatives of the two major Unknown Places.

Cheng Lixue represented the West-Hill Divine Palace and sat next to Sangsang, followed by Quni Madi, Cheng Ziqing of the Sword Garet, Mo Shanshan and Lu Chenjia, the Flower Addict.

Also present in the hall was Master Dongming, who hosted the second round of the three games of chess on Wa Mountain, though he chose to sit by the side wall instead of being among the crowd. He glanced at Sangsang and gave her a very calm and relaxed smile.

Only ten people were present at the hall, though they were ten people who could represent the entire cultivation world.