Chapter 129: The third testament (1/2)

-The next day-

At dawn, a gong rang out from the center of the town.

Immortal sects began their daily activities early, hence the cultivators all woke up at the loud ringing of the gong.

Alex and Hermes also woke up, and the former remembered that today was quite an important day.

He had to meet up with Zhen Hong and the black-robed sect leader to depart for their expedition westwards.

Of course, he first took care of his hygienic needs and dressed up.

Most of the clothes he brought with him were tattered or worn down, and he didn't have the time nor the experience to sew new clothes.

As a result, he borrowed the white robes of the sect disciples.

'These look nice,' Alex remarked when he saw himself in the mirror and fixed up the little crevices.

”Hermes, we'll be moving to defeat the ghost king,” Alex bid his goodbyes to the lazy Hermes.

Ever since he received a vacation back in Olympus, Alex felt like the usually-diligent Hermes has been exceptionally lazy.

”Okay, Alexei-boy, don't die~~~” Hermes yawned.

A vein crept upon his forehead, but he put that aside and left their pagoda.

Then, he swiftly flew to the central pagoda, and freely entered and climbed to the top floor.

Like yesterday, there was a gathering of the grey-robed sect elders.

Zhen Hong, Zhen Liuxian, and the sect leader stood in the center of the crowd.

The elders made a pathway for him, and he greeted the three ”Good morning.”

The black-robed sect leader chuckled and inquired, ”Are our facilities comfortable? Did you sleep well?”

”Yes, and the air feels really clean and fresh here,” Alex made some small talk.

”Oh, Liuxian sets up air-purifying talismans all over the sect,”

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”Are we going to the eastern mountains directly? Or shall we stop along the way?” Zhen Hong asked the sect leader.

”Are you slow? Why do you ask that?” The sect leader sneered mockingly.

”Actually....” Alex interjected.

He had borrowed the flying chariot from Hermes since it was simply the most practical and fastest tool available.

The minuscule chariot quickly grew in size and could ultimately comfortably fit the four of them.

”What a great tool, the western lands have some unexpectedly good forging skills,” The sect leader placed his wide sleeve on his mouth.

'That felt like an insult,' Alex coughed and was somewhat surprised at his rising patriotic feelings for Olympus.

”Let's get a move, we should vanquish it before nighttime when the ghost matrice can make more ghost generals...”

The four of them got into the chariot, and after receiving blessings from the sect elders, they immediately burst into the sky.