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I wonder if this young lady... What was the relationship? Do we know each other?

If not for the fact that he was on someone's territory, Zhang Ge would have definitely thrown a sword at him. What did that have to do with him? Do you know him? Who was the one that had pestered them last night?

I am your creditor! She puffed out her chest and took a step forward.

The corner of Ye Xuan's mouth twitched. What a good creditor, he had actually been implicated by this girl. If he had to blame anyone, he would have blamed himself for pouring her dog blood three years ago.

Alright, creditor, since you're going ahead, this young master will bring you to the back.

Only then did the two Fuyao Palace disciples let him go, confused, as Changge glared at Ye Xuan and walked forward with large strides.

The latter bitterly laughed and hurriedly followed. He really could not see that a cultivator disciple had such a young lady's temper.

When they were looking at the palace from afar, they released a white light, but when they got closer, they realized that there was nothing special about it. When the two of them went into the front hall, there were already people supporting them, although everyone was courteous to Zhang Ge, they were extremely respectful to Ye Xuan, which made her feel uncomfortable.

Not long later, Ye Xuan was brought away, saying that someone was waiting for him, while Zhang Ge was brought away by a cultivator into a room.

The Fuyao Palace of this place was a completely different scene. It did not resemble the carefree and ethereal nature of the Yuxiao Kongque Mountain, nor was it as magnificent as the deep sea dragon palace, much less the mountains of Qing Qiu that occupied the second highest position in the Nine Prefectures.

It was as though a palace was built within the clouds.

Her journey was as if she was walking on clouds. It was very novel, but curiosity was part of her curiosity. Right now, she had other things to verify: This, uh, celestial friend? May I ask where Taoist Xuanqi is? He is my Grandpa.

The Fuyao Palace disciple leading the way returned her salute: ”This lady will first rest for the night.

It was done in a rather mysterious manner … Chang Ge couldn't help but curse in his heart, but she immediately asked: Is someone from the Qinghua Sect coming?

The disciple shook his head and opened the door to the room.

Did he say no, or did he not want to tell her?

Changge walked in gloomily. These people were truly careful. Why would there be people here, where so many immortals were gathered, plotting against them?

He woke up Little Fishy, who was sleeping in his arms, and reminded her not to run around if she had nothing better to do.

Xiaoyu blinked her large eyes with an innocent look on her face. Was he wrong to be a demon?

After washing up and eating, the night was peaceful.

On the fourth day of the fifth month, the weather was sunny and clear but she still did not see Daoist Master Xuanqi. Even Ye Xuan had disappeared without a trace, but she did see countless disciple anxiously guarding all over the place, as if there were enemies approaching at any time.

Who would risk their lives to come here to Haoyue Peak to send themselves to their deaths? Longsong talked to himself while holding his chin.

Little Fishy wouldn't!

Since so many deities came to the Immortal Sect Meeting, what were they afraid of?

There must be a secret!

One man and one cat, they looked at each other and nodded solemnly. In order to know what kind of secrets they had, Chang Ge decided to investigate, and if they were discovered, they would say they were going to find the Grandpa.

As she thought about it this way, she made a move to let Wu Tong, who was extremely familiar with the terrain lead the way, and carried Little Fishy in her arms to find a place with no one around.