865 The Divine Priest of South Sea (2/2)

The head of Revelation Institute wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth, and lowered his voice to Zhao Nanhai from the South Sea, ”Although you are a branch of the West-Hill, did you forget the oath your Great Divine Priest made when he left the Peach Mountain?”

Zhao Nanhai replied emotionlessly, ”We from the South Sea never expected you rotten people on the Peach Mountain to apologize. But since you dared to host the Rite to Light, Haotian would definitely reveal some divine magic. Thus, our coming back to the Peach Mountain is not a betrayal of the Great Divine Priest's oath.”

The head of Revelation Institute was speechless.

As the chanting stopped, the Anthem to Heaven was left unfinished. As the bright lights dimmed, Chen Pipi felt liberated. His melting Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow regained its tranquility. He realized he was saved.

But he could not recognize those people from the South Sea. He left the South Sea as a small boy. Those things and people were almost complete irrelevant to him.

He only knew that these people were his mother's relatives. In another word, they were his family. He should have been more excited and grateful to see his family and life-savers from the South Sea.

But he was not. He merely looked blankly at the group of people from the South Sea. Even if he could barely remember anything associated with them, he could still recall their coldness toward themselves and the people around them. They only cared about spreading their religion.

He had almost forgotten what his mother told him before she died. But at that moment he realized that they would have never betrothed his mother to his father if they were not intending to return to the Peach Mountain.

Chen Pipi knew very well that the descendants of the Great Divine Priest of South Sea did not come for his sake. At least, he was not the main reason they were here. There had to be something to do with his father.

The descendants of the Great Divine Priest of South Sea could have come back to help his father regain control over Zhishou Abbey. But his father should have known that she was right there inside the Divine Hall of Light.

As long as she was there, anyone who dared to challenge the West-Hill would be doomed, even if it the former Great Divine Priest of Light from six hundred years ago was here. There was nothing his descendants could do.

What was his father thinking about?

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By the lake at Zhishou Abbey, there lay a bamboo bed.

The Abbey Dean was lying on the bamboo bed, holding on to something unknown, and looking at the direction of the Peach Mountain. A middle-aged cultivator was cooking tea. Meanwhile, Long Qing was reading the Tomes of Arcane in a cottage on the other side of the lake.

The middle-aged man prepared the tea and placed a cup of tea by the side of the bamboo bed.

The Abbey Dean picked up the cup with his newly regrown fingers and sipped gently.

The middle-aged looked at the direction of the Peach Mountain, and sighed after a long silence, ”What a pity.”

The Abbey Dean knew what he meant by pity. There were two reasons.

When the Headmaster of the Academy stepped up to heaven from Sishui River, he smashed their place at the Abbey. All the secluded powerful cultivators were killed. From then on, the centre of Taoism had shifted from Zhishou Abbey to the West-Hill. Because authority always came with power, not belief.

He was there when the Abbey was in power. But he was now crippled. His middle-aged disciple was powerful but not enough to succeed his position. Thus, the Zhishou Abbey had declined.

When the middle-aged cultivator had said it was a pity, he had two meanings. The first was pity that the core of Zhishou Abbey was already lost because of the Headmaster. Meanwhile, the second intent was that it was a pity for those divine priests from South Sea who were at the Peach Mountain at the moment.

Because she was in the human world, right there at the Peach Mountain.

”I do not think so.”

The Abbey Dean threw away the things he was holding. They fell onto the ground and sounded like something hard. Then he looked at his disciple and stated, ”She would not win. At least not today.”

The middle-aged disciple looked to the ground and saw two pieces of yak bones facing two different directions.

That was a prediction.

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