848 Indifference (2/2)

He respected the West-Hill Divine Palace and thought that he had made sufficient preparations. Only until he had truly entered the Peach Mountain did he realize that he had underestimated Haotian Taoism.

This was the lowest cliff platform at the Peach Mountain, inhabited by ordinary priests and deacons as well as the cavalry of West-Hill Divine Palace. The stables of the war horses were also located here. Ning Que went to the stables through the cover of night. He did not release this Psyche Power to subdue those horses that had woken up. Instead, just like how he had subdued the Big Black Horse back then, he used the bloody aura that he had from killing countless horses to scare the war horses into submission. They did not make a single sound.

He stood on the eastern face of the stable because this was where the imperial court spies at the West-Hill Divine Palace had discovered the remains of half a pot of porridge. He could only wait here if he wanted to find the stupid fool.

There wasn't a single sound even after a long time. The warhorses that had awakened chewed on the night grass while assessing Ning Que. They wondered who he was waiting for.

Ning Que did not worry but waited in the stables quietly until the clouds dissipated and the moon sank. He waited until the sun was about to rise before he was certain that his wait for the night was futile.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed some dirt on his neck and sprinkled it on the straw at the east end of the stable. Then, under the disdainful gazes of the war-horses, he went to the cliff platform. He made a Buddhist Emblematic Gesture before the first rays of daylight could shine on the Divine Hall, and followed the precipice back to the clouds into the forest of peach blossoms.

That night, he continued the risky journey of climbing the precipice. He waited in the stables for an entire night, but the stupid fool did not appear.

He went again on the second night and was disappointed.

On the third night, he was still disappointed.

By the fourth night, he was already very familiar with the Isolated Array on the precipice and had learned more about the Emblematic Gesture of the Buddhism Sect. The journey that had seemed perilous once was now an ordinary process. That was why he could even hum a tune or two when he walked to the eastern part of the stables.

It was the song the old man at the town's Sweet Potato Shop had hummed.

Then, he saw a pile of hay on the eastern end of the stables, and on the pile of hay, was the Big Black Horse lying on its back, rubbing its back against the hay. It looked extremely funny, and Ning Que laughed.

The Big Black Horse smelled a familiar smell. It rolled around and stood up, looking around vigilantly. Its eyes were opened widely, and it did not know which hoof to step forward with.

Ning Que walked over and hugged the horse's neck. He stroked the horse's hair and patted it strongly.

The Big Black Horse opened its mouth and licked its lips, butting at Ning Que's head.

Ning Que released the horse and swept the hay off its back, saying, ”Where did you learn these dirty habits? You're not Youngest Uncle's donkey.”

The Big Black Horse thought to itself, that its dream was to become something like the donkey who could control the Wilderness. It wanted to be an important horse, but had become a horse imprisoned by the West-Hill Divine Palace.

It wanted to cry out loud thinking about what it had gone through, but did not dare to. It only opened its teary eyes widely and looked at Ning Que, looking extremely aggrieved.

Ning Que sighed and patted its head. He said, ”I know she's changed, she's not who she was. Try to hold on a little more, and I'll try to see if I can change her back.”

When it heard that, the Big Black Horse felt slightly better. Then, it seemed to have thought of something and kept winking, as if telling Ning Que to be more vicious when the time comes.

Ning Que went up to the horse's ears and told it his plan.

The Big Black Horse's eyes glistened as it listened and nodded frantically. It thought to itself that Ning Que was indeed its master to have thought of such a shameless plan. However, its mistress was simply too powerful right now, and no matter how shameless Ning Que was, he was doomed to fail. However, just thinking about it made it happy.

After the discussion, Ning Que and the Big Black Horse made plans to meet again and then parted for the time being.

He walked to the edge of the cliff and jumped down against the precipice. Now that he had mastered the Emblematic Gesture, he could be slightly distracted while climbing the precipice. He glanced at the top of the Peach Mountain.

The glance was imbued with Indifference, so he was not worried that it would ignite the precipice array. However, he had forgotten that there was more than one definition to Indifference.

Which was why when his gaze landed on the dark Divine Hall of Light, he could no longer suppress the longing he felt for a certain someone. There was nothing there, but he seemed to have seen her.

He felt a ray of light shining on him at the same time.