Chapter 738 Forgive Me, Okay? 2 ” (1/2)
Chapter 738 “Forgive Me, Okay? (2)”
She did not give Bai Xiachen a chance to speak or explain. Tapping her feet as light as a feather, she dashes toward the nearest pile of risen earth in the distance….
Qiong Mountain.
Standing as the highest alp within the borders of the Misty Fairy House, it’s said that there once lived a divine entity at the highest peak. As a result, the area has become famous among its locals and would attract a good number of adventurous youngsters to trek its rigorous terrains in hopes of meeting that supposed divine being.
But in reality? None has truly ever reached the highest point, not even once….
There are simply too many demonic beasts lurking in its environment. Unless one had the strength of a Monarch Rank, they could forget about even making an attempt, let alone climbing its dangerous cliffs and rocky paths.
However, nothing lasts forever. At this moment atop of the Qiong Mountain where fluffy white clouds shrouded its view, there stood a quaint looking cabin that’s currently being occupied by an almost fairy like man. Silvery hair with a pristine white robe, there’s not a trace of blemish on that handsome face which oozed a sense of age and sadness.
Suddenly, the wind from behind began to blow, causing that hand holding the jade flute to react with a quiver. “Have you found the Blood Vine?”
Standing there against the open window was Bai Yan with her brow faintly arched at being recognized despite the man having his back faced against herself. “I’ve brought it, and I’ve come as you told me to after getting the plant. What method do you intend to use to heal my son?”
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That day before she left with her son, Chu Yi God had told her what to do. First locate the Blood Vine or its seed, then come to the highest peak of the Qiong Mountain in order to seek him out.
“Hand the seed to me.” Finally coming around, the man remains indifferent in the eyes despite the shallow smile he made.
Slightly hesitant at first, Bai Yan hands the box over in the end. The poor woman doesn’t know why either but she believes this strange individual who shared a strong similarity to Chu Yi Feng would help herself despite all the mystery.
And sure enough, the man promptly drew a small knife from his waist. Flicking the blade against the tip of that stretched finger, blood quickly trickled down that serene skin and dripped onto the seed.