In the end, Little Millet even reminded Pei Qian, that if she ever forgot, she absolutely had to tell her, and she would repeat it again.

In the darkness of the night, Pei Qian reached out to cup some water, and the bright moon was in her hand.

At Fallen Phoenix Mountain, the three of them loved to huddle together under the covers and whisper secrets, the covers bulging up over their three heads like a small hill.

Li Huai sat beside a bonfire not far away.

Wei Taizhen softly asked, “Young Master Li, why don’t you urge Miss Pei to hurry on her way?”

After all, she was Li Huai’s servant girl and still needed to consider things from his perspective.

Li Huai couldn’t stand the title “Young Master Li,” but Immortal Wei insisted. After several unsuccessful attempts to dissuade her, he could only awkwardly accept it, treating the immortal mountain of Lion Peak as simply another place as quaint and pure as his hometown. Li Huai was happy for his sister; cultivating in such a place, she shouldn’t be bullied. His sister had too gentle of a temperament and looked too frail. In their hometown, she never learned how to argue, a bit foolish, just like their father. Unlike him, his temper resembled his mother’s; he wouldn’t be easily bullied when away from home.

Hearing the question, Li Huai smiled, “There’s no rush. We’ve already seen my sister anyway, and Lion Peak isn’t going anywhere. Besides, Pei Qian promised me that she would stay at Lion Peak for a while longer.”

Wei Taizhen, who had previously passed by her home in Naihe Pass without entering, nodded gently. She had to ask the question, but couldn’t say too much, lest she be suspected of gossiping.

After leaving the Silent Lake, Pei Qian took Li Huai and the others to Ghost Axe Palace, having heard from her master that there was a fellow named Du Yu there who had a good habit of yielding a move during martial arts sparring.

Unfortunately, Du Yu wasn’t at Ghost Axe Palace, which was both his sect and his home. According to the disciples there, Young Master Du was constantly traveling.

The Ghost Axe Palace disciple couldn’t gauge the three’s cultivation levels or family backgrounds, only thinking that anyone who could be acquainted with Young Master Du should probably report to the pair of Daoist masters who were Du Yu’s parents. He hadn’t expected the young girl to already have bid farewell and left, saying that she would visit again when she had the chance.

Afterward, at Golden Crow Palace, which had a vast expanse of thunderclouds, Pei Qian met Liu Zhijing, who had just recently become a nascent soul sword cultivator.

Sword Immortal Liu was the Little Martial Uncle of the Golden Crow Palace Lord, high in seniority and even higher in cultivation. Even in the Northern Club Continent, where sword cultivators were as numerous as clouds, Liu Zhijing, a nascent soul sword cultivator so young, truly deserved the respectful title of “Sword Immortal.”

It was said that this Sword Immortal Liu had been sitting in meditation on the mountaintop for many years, in seclusion.

Liu Zhijing shook off a coat of moonlight and rose to break through his cultivation realm during a snowy night.

Liu Zhijing was notoriously cold and aloof, but he showed more smiles to Pei Qian, the eldest disciple of Chen Ping’an, than usual. Pei Qian and the others didn’t feel anything special, but the Golden Crow Palace disciples stationed on the peak were all shocked.

Liu Zhijing dismissed some maidservants and personally brewed tea for his guests. After Pei Qian and the others were seated, Liu Zhijing took out a set of tea utensils and used several Daoist seals with his fingers, using immortal techniques to draw clear spring water from the mountain. Then, he slowly boiled the water with Samadhi True Fire, a flame in the shape of a fire dragon conjured out of thin air, a divine and miraculous feat.

Liu Zhijing inquired about Pei Qian’s travels.

Pei Qian answered one by one.

The questions and answers were natural and smooth, Liu Zhijing acting like a family elder who had gone off to serve as an official, while Pei Qian was like a junior traveling and studying who had come to visit.

Liu Zhijing didn’t feel that he was being meddlesome, and Pei Qian didn’t feel that Sword Immortal Liu was interfering in matters that weren’t his concern.

Over the years, Liu Zhijing had achieved great success in purifying his sword with his heart, which had greatly benefited his Great Dao. He not only successfully entered the nascent soul realm but also faintly sensed that breaking through his nascent soul in the future wouldn’t be too difficult.

This was all thanks to the suggestion Chen Ping’an had given him at Jade Cliff back then.

Therefore, when looking at Pei Qian, the eldest disciple of his good friend, Liu Zhijing, who had never had a direct disciple of his own, naturally treated the young girl as if she were part of his own family, like half a direct disciple.

If Pei Qian dared to be unappreciative and impatient, Liu Zhijing, who hated trouble the most, might even reprimand her, despite hating trouble.

Fortunately, Pei Qian’s behavior satisfied Liu Zhijing, except for one regret: Pei Qian was a martial artist, not a sword cultivator.

Although Wei Taizhen had already seen many misty mountain peak bigshots, she was still a bit apprehensive and in awe when facing a nascent soul sword cultivator whose Great Dao held so much promise. On one hand, Sword Immortal Liu was too young, and on the other hand, this Mister Liu, who had such a good relationship with Pei Qian’s master, was indeed too good-looking.

Liu Zhijing flew his sword…