In the embrace of the Azure Sea, a brief respite was taken at the Dragon’s Rest, before a figure cloaked in cerulean descended into the watery depths.

Unable to summon the secrets of water parting, Chen Ping’an relied solely on the unyielding strength of his martial frame, plunging ever deeper, a green mountain sinking into the brine.

He had mistakenly believed that his momentary descent to the First Realm would grant him a sliver of respite. Alas, as the ancient adage foretold, Heaven held no overnight grudges.

Vengeance upon the Grand Azure Dynasty was a task for Cui Dongshan and his companions. For Chen Ping’an, a trial of celestial wrath loomed, inescapable and imminent.

Faced with this inevitable trial, the means of enduring and overcoming it occupied his thoughts. For millennia, ascetics of the mountains had devised myriad methods, both arcane and wondrous.

Focusing his gaze amidst the sea, Chen Ping’an discerned an underwater mountain range, toward which he sped like a launched arrow. He traversed its central spine, a visitor descending a mountainside path.

Oddly, despite his affinity for water, Chen Ping’an, in his many journeys, had rarely ventured beneath the waves.

To his surprise, he discovered signs of artifice upon this submerged path. With a wave of his hand, he cleared away the silt and grime, revealing a ruined pavilion, built into the mountainside.

Truly, the sea had claimed the land.

Estimating that a quarter of an hour of stolen tranquility remained, and finding himself utterly alone, Chen Ping’an stretched, then swung his sleeves, sauntering down the slope. The garb of a noble in the night held little appeal, and soon he ceased. He clasped his hands within his sleeves, offering himself words of encouragement. But then he wondered if beseeching benevolent skies was amiss. Perhaps praying for Heaven to slumber a little longer was more appropriate?

Chen Ping’an chuckled to himself. A Peak Realm warrior should still be capable of speech, and so, for want of anything better to do, he called out, “Is anyone there…?”

Would he be stripped bare, his martial physique shattered? Or would he transcend his current Peak, ascending to the Eleventh Realm? All hung in the balance.

If the former, his future visit to the Jade White City would surely remain a dream, and even the span of a century of life might be denied.

If the latter, the green hills would endure, and firewood would ever be at hand. A First Realm cultivator could slowly ascend the path, finding solace, beauty, and cultivation in the journey.

It seemed he had returned, in a circle, to his days as a youth, clinging to life through the practice of the fist.

Reaching the foot of the mountain, he reverently lit three sticks of incense. Then, moving “below the mountain,” he wandered aimlessly, his cerulean form a blur of motion. Abruptly, Chen Ping’an halted, his gaze raised, for the onslaught was swift indeed.

Drawing a deep breath, Chen Ping’an ascended in that instant to the Godly realm.

The surrounding waters were pushed outward in layers, creating tumultuous waves upon the surface, generating strange phenomena over tens of thousands of leagues. Countless aquatic creatures fled to distant havens.

At that moment, Lord of Three Mountains and Nine Marquees spoke from afar, his voice a thought made audible, “Knowing my title, you understand I can offer no aid in this matter.”

Chen Ping’an laughed freely, “Your kindness is appreciated, venerable one.”

The Lord of Three Mountains fell silent, his divine sense withdrawn. Not even a polite parting word was spoken, for this matter concerned celestial judgment. To interfere would invite divine loathing.

That he would offer a word of greeting at such a time was a testament to the ancient Daoist’s capacity for care.

Liu Xiang had already departed the Dragon’s Rest, appearing on a distant island paradise, where he used his translocation arts to deposit a dozen fledgling immortals even further afield.

Liu Xiang counted silently. The celestial judgment had arrived as foretold.

The sea around Chen Ping’an appeared to be cleanly sliced, as with a blade cutting through tofu. Instantly devoid of water, the surrounding oceans were compressed by the Grand Dao, surging toward the solitary figure.

A rhythmic drumming began to reverberate from the seabed, the potent heartbeats of the Lord of Martial Arts.

Further away, the sea poured wildly into the emptied space, erupting without warning into a cauldron of boiling water, shrouded in rising mist, a true sea of fire.

Then, from the heavens, descended a rain of billions of golden droplets, each forming a solid bead, hanging in the sky and sea like a shimmering, celestial curtain.

After this, the seabed trembled. The mountain range stirred with sentience, accusing the lone warrior of unpardonable sins, a defiance punishable by death.

Liu Xiang sighed. This was but the echo of a collapsed new divinity. If Zhou Mi yet lingered in the mortal realm and sought to meddle, the consequences would be dire indeed.

Even from the Mountain and Sea Sect, the ripples of this tide of the Grand Dao could be felt. Cliffs cracked under the onslaught of the waves, defacing ancient inscriptions of immortal hands.

But the allotted incense stick’s worth of time at the Second Mountain had passed, and Qi Tingji and Lu Zhi hastened to the Third Mountain, the Grand Azure’s Central Peak. Only Mi Yu returned to the Jade Bottle Continent, appearing at Grey Mist Mountain, back at Fallen Peak.

Nalan Xianxiu watched the sword immortals depart. The thunderous waves roused a drowsy maiden, who scurried over with an umbrella to investigate.

The little spirit, who named herself Umbrella Flower, tiptoed, seeking to shield her Grandmaster from the rain. Nalan Xianxiu waved her away, “Shelter yourself, child.”

Nalan Xianxiu exhaled a smoke ring, muttering to herself, “To betray one heart to save all humanity. Umbrella Flower, is he to be praised or condemned?”

The little maiden puffed out her cheeks, “Anyone but that cur. I’ll give him two thumbs up and call him a hero, a sage, anything! There’s no problem praising him.”

Nalan Xianxiu chuckled, “But what if it is him?”

The maiden paused, then scowled. “Even if I met him, I’d scold him a hundred times before secretly praising him even once.”

Nalan Xianxiu mused, “The inheritors of the Sage of Literature, brilliant and valiant, and yet so dense when it comes to matters of the heart.”

The little maiden murmured, “Grandmaster, it’s easy to understand. If they weren’t, what would be the point in liking them?”

Nalan Xianxiu nodded, “A fair point.”

Suddenly, Liu Xiang frowned, gazing toward the distant sea. “Wang Zhu,” he warned in his mind, “Do not rush to offer futile assistance. The judgment has barely begun.”

A true dragon, weaving through the waves, sped toward the site of celestial judgment, a dragon seeking to invoke his power for rain as in the old stories.

Liu Xiang offered his warning but once, leaving the Water Lord of the Eastern Seas to her own devices. In the mortal realm, complex and changeable as human hearts were, the ultimate fate was always of one’s own making.

The dragon slammed into an unseen barrier of the Grand Dao, her head cracked and bleeding, one horn splintered. Ignoring all, she hurled herself against the wall again and again.

Upon that unseen barrier, blood smeared, both horns lay upon the seabed, and the claws that had sought to rend it were shattered.

Futile assistance? It was no assistance at all.

Wang Zhu could no longer maintain her dragon form. As she fell back into human shape, consciousness fading, she murmured, “I return it.”

The waters she had drawn with her lingered there, half the fortune of the sea.

Within the Forbidden Zone, the pure warrior, tempered by layers of divine tribulation, had finally, as he predicted, stepped into the Eleventh Realm, with multiple martial fortunes descending.

Yet, even so, he was vulnerable. The Grand Dao’s pressure was imminent, and his Godly realm physique and his fist intent, were still as a leaf upon the ocean, small and frail.

Wang Zhu forced her eyes open, dimly seeing a figure in cerulean robes, but it was not him.

It was the Dragon Slayer, Chen Qingliu, he who had earned her fear, even now as she approached the Fourteenth realm!

Having received the Lord of Three Mountains’ message, Chen Qingliu had traversed two continents in a single step, directly to this ocean.

Wang Zhu heard his words, edged with a hint of irony, “The character cannot be remade. Still stubborn and unruly, but willing to sacrifice oneself to repay a life debt. Regardless of the true thoughts, doing is still “tired dragon” deed that abandons the Tao for justice, and thus is quite new.”

Three thousand years before, when dragons had been plentiful, such an act would have been unremarkable, like the mingling of good and ill that always occurred in the human world.

But three thousand years hence, Wang Zhu was the last true dragon. That changed everything.

Chen Qingliu had foreseen this moment before the division of Heaven and Earth, but had not imagined it would come so swiftly.

This clearly showed the degree of Heavenly and Divine indignation towards the failure of Chen Ping’an’s case and the collapse of Zhou Mi’s new world.

Chen Qingliu retreated ten thousand leagues from the barrier of the Grand Dao, preparing to unleash his natal sword, and question the “Dao.”

Killing whomsoever was no different from killing anyone, and the act of fighting was no different from any other act of fighting.

He, a humble brothel servant, had been fortunate enough to attain Dao and ascend to the peak of humanity, and could now do those few things only he could do.

The way of learning added day by day, the way of the Tao subtracted day by day; practitioners of the Tao used what was in excess to replenish what was insufficient. This sword was Chen Qingliu’s gift, a repayment due to humanity.

This was justice.

The ghost “Clam,” who had wandered in the Grand Azure Dynasty for three thousand years, had been meant to be freed by his own hand, released from torment.

This was personal.

Thus, Chen Qingliu would, both publicly and privately, offer a sword, helping the young man overcome his trial, continuing to await the true world of peace.

His sword emerged, like the ancestor dragon rising to the heavens.

Alas, there were no onlookers to witness it.

—

Shi Zhouren, the Daoist, was perhaps the greatest of assassins. Only Xiao Xun could contend with him.

He had schemed greatly against the human realm. And as a saying held, “chance” would always come, a surprise or delight.

For the Crown Prince Yin Mi, of the Grand Azure Dynasty of the Central Earth Continent, this night would hold both. The shock was the sudden death of the Emperor in the Great Li capital of Jade Bottle Continent; the delight was that the country could not be without a leader for a day.

Yin Mi, who was in charge of state affairs, was in his prime. He had thought that he would be the Crown Prince for at least thirty more years before having the opportunity to ascend to the throne.

Han, the Vice-Chief of the Temple of Literature, had found Yin Mi in the Crown Prince’s Palace burning the midnight oil approving memorials. Han had then summoned almost twenty grand ministers of the Grand Azure and had them all squeeze into one room.

Then the old master Han had explained the reasons, and everyone was dumbfounded. If the old master had not been the Vice-Chief of the Haoran Confucians, everyone would have thought it was an absurd joke.

The emperor Yin Ji of Grand Azure, the prince Yin Miao, and the Grand Scholar Cai Yushan, had secretly colluded with the Blue Nether Daoist, joined hands with the Fourteenth Realm ghost Clam, and plotted to ambush the Great Li’s new national master, but were all killed by the latter.

A meritorious armored general, his eyes wide with rage, said, “Chief Han, our emperor personally went to Great Li, trying to conclude an alliance with the Song Clan. No matter what the reason is, does that Chen kill the emperor of the Grand Azure as he pleases?!”

Old Master Han roared, “Do you know the rules? Call me Vice-Chief Han! The Chief of the Temple of Literature is Dong!”

The group of civil officials in the room were stunned by the repeated use of “fuck.”

The armored general’s face flushed red, and he was about to retort with Old Master Han. The emperor of one country had been openly killed in the capital of another country, which was simply the greatest humiliation. What, because Chen Ping’an was the closed-door disciple of the Sage of Literature, and was the villain to file the suit first, the Temple of Literature was going to blindly favor Great Li?

Crown Prince Yin Mi scolded, “Ma Xuan, do not be rude.”

Ma Xuan was the emperor’s confidant, second to none. Yin Mi was the Crown Prince Regent in name, so it was Ma Xuan, who had just been transferred to the capital not long ago, who supervised him, this Crown Prince Regent.

No, it should be called “the late emperor.”

Old Master Han said, “Prince Yin Miao once wandered in a dream into a fairy palace, where he met a ‘Shi Zhouren’ who claimed to be a Immortal. After that, the emperor Yin Ji secretly studied the secret methods of the mountain, trying to occupy Yin Miao’s body, pursuing a hundred or even hundreds of years of continuous rule. Grand Scholar Cai Yushan followed the path of a “Dragon Helper” and contributed a lot during this period. You must investigate the details of this immortal’s chronology and interactions, as well as the time, place, and person involved in the earliest contact between the Grand Azure and the ghost ‘Clam.'”

“The Great Li Dynasty has officially declared war on your Grand Azure, and you will soon receive a letter of state. The border troops of your two countries on the Barbarian Wasteland battlefield are close to each other, and the Great Li cavalry should have been notified and be waiting for the results here…After the battle in Jade Bottle Continent, they all said that the Great Li cavalry was the best in the world, and only your Grand Azure Dynasty didn’t believe it. The 600,000 Grand Azure border troops, once the battle begins, how many tens of thousands of soldiers will survive? Are you officials curious or not?”

Hearing this, the civil and military officials, the pillars of the Grand Azure Dynasty, changed their expressions drastically. If the late Emperor Yin Ji had committed “treason,” and the emperor was trying to live forever, this could be swept under the rug, but Great Azure might have to change their last name?

After all, whoever sits on the throne needs officials to govern the country.

However, among the 600,000 border troops of the Grand Azure Dynasty who went to the Barbarian Wasteland battlefield, a considerable number of young aristocratic children holding middle-level official positions were accumulating qualifications and “gilding.” They were related to the people in the room, and they could always climb the relationship through twists and turns. They could hide behind the Barbarian Wasteland Monster Clan, no matter the good or bad of the battlefield situation. But once they went to war with Great Li, whoever was killed was killed! What’s more, the Great Li border troops who completely let go would kill this group of privileged children who moved their mouths and accumulated war merit.

It was said that after the end of the Central Jade Bottle battle, the Great Li border army had built sixteen Jingguan tombs on both sides of the Great Channel, and the corpses placed on the tops of the Jingguan tombs were rumored to be from the Barbarian Wasteland sects and large families.

An old man of the Yin Clan in charge of the Ministry of War made a plea, “Vice-Chief Han, the Temple of Literature must restrain the Song Clan of Great Li. The border troops of the two countries rushing to the Barbarian Wasteland are first-class elites. Once the two countries start a war, it will be a disastrous infighting, which will only delay the overall situation of Haoran’s attack on the Barbarian Wasteland. Wouldn’t it be letting the Barbarian Wasteland Monster Clan laugh at us.”

Old Master Han sneered, “I already know that the Great Li cavalry is the elite. As for whether the Great Azure border troops are elite or not, it will be clear after the fight.”

A handsome and extremely young civil official stepped forward and said loudly, “Vice-Chief Han, allow me to boldly say something, the Grand Azure Dynasty should bear the fault of the Late Emperor, but if the Great Li border troops are allowed to attack the Grand Azure, the Central Earth Temple of Literature will be suspected of being unkind for not restraining them and letting the situation deteriorate, and the border troops of the two countries who died in a foreign land will be suspected of dying in vain. Therefore, I implore the Temple of Literature to not only hold the Grand Azure Dynasty accountable, but also prevent the Song Clan of Great Li from acting impulsively.”

Old Master Han asked, “Where do you hold office?”

The young civil official said, “Lecturer of the Eastern Palace, Junior Counselor of the Ministry of State Affairs.”

Old Master Han turned to look at the Crown Prince Yin Mi, “Is this a trusted subordinate you promoted single-handedly?”

Yin Mi replied, “He is a literary talent highly appreciated by the Late Emperor, and writes excellent Qingci.”

Old Master Han said, “Yin Mi, immediately send this person to the Barbarian Wasteland battlefield, and place him on the front line where the jurisdictions of the Great Azure and Great Li cavalry meet.”

The young civil official, who was originally destined to rise rapidly in the Grand Azure Dynasty, was stunned and terrified.

The Vice-Chief of the Temple of Literature would not deliberately threaten him.

Old Master Han stared at this person, “If you become one of the Grand Azure border troops, then you will be qualified to say these beautiful words, these principles of righteousness, to me.”

“Boy, send a letter to the Central Earth Temple of Literature at that time. Whether it is an impassioned farewell letter or a plea for righteousness on behalf of the Great Azure border troops, I and the Temple of Literature will believe that you are telling the truth.”

“Remember to smear some snot and tears on the letter paper. You write Qingci well, I wonder if you can write a few well-written frontier poems.”

The Second Deputy of the Ministry of State Affairs, who was not yet thirty years old and had already been exceptionally promoted to become one of the senior officials of the Grand Azure central government, had already regretted his actions so much that his intestines had turned green.

Just the thought of being thrown into the Barbarian Wasteland battlefield, the two countries declaring war, a Great Li cavalryman drawing a bright knife and stabbing him, or a spear thrusting into his chest from horseback, or enemy arrows raining down… He was terrified just imagining similar scenes, as if falling into an ice cave.

Old Master Han ignored this person and began to issue orders, “Yin Mi, the Grand Azure Dynasty will cooperate with the Temple of Literature to thoroughly investigate this matter. From now on, the capital will be under martial law, and no flying sword messages will be allowed to be sent out. Officials and cultivators are not allowed to go out. In addition, secretly notify the Mountain Gods of the Five Sacred Mountains, the Imperial Observatory, and the high-ranking River Gods to fully cooperate with the Crown Prince’s Palace to investigate to the end. Anyone who leaks information, whether it is according to the laws of the Grand Azure or the Yin Clan’s family laws, will be severely punished. In addition, I will first affix a Temple of Literature seal to the secret decree involving the deployment of all mountain and water gods within the Grand Azure.”

Yin Mi nodded, “There is only one principle. Before the truth is found out, the Grand Azure Dynasty, including me, will follow the Temple of Literature’s dispatch for all matters.”

In fact, everyone in the room knew very well that the Supreme Emperor of the Grand Azure Dynasty was the Mountain God of Central Mountain on the top of the mountain, Yin Ni.

In the Haoran world, the Yin Clan of Grand Azure was the only dynasty that built its capital at the foot of the Great Mountain.

Ma Xuan was able to successfully establish meritorious service and become the first among the military generals and border officials by joining the Grand Azure border army through the Central Mountain’s path to promotion.

In addition, there was Liu Rao, the elusive national master of the Grand Azure Dynasty, who had been in seclusion for nearly a hundred years, to the extent that many people did not know that there was a national master in the dynasty.

At this moment, a white-clothed boy with a mole between his eyebrows walked out from the doorway, smiling and saying, “Chief Han, how about I assist His Highness the Crown Prince in filling in the gaps?”

Old Master Han pondered for a moment and nodded, “That would be best. I am also worried that the gentlemen and virtuous men I brought will not be able to get around the eight hundred tricks of you sly officials.”

Ma Xuan was furious and slandered, “This guy also calls you Chief Han, why don’t you scold him with a ‘fuck’?”

Cui Dongshan sighed and complained, “People are different. Some people eat rice, and some people eat shit. Can the taste of speaking be the same?”

Ma Xuan was not sure of the identity of this person, and mistakenly thought that he was a gentleman from the Central Earth Temple of Literature, but these words were not right.

Old Master Han did not want to look at the Grand Azure officials any longer, and left the room with Cui Dongshan, randomly instructing him a few words according to the rules.

Cui Dongshan had just turned around when he suddenly leaned back, stuck out his head, and said with a smile, “Brother Crown Prince, govern well in your position. If you are lucky enough to become the emperor early, you must set things right. Can doing tricks in a pool of muddy water have any result other than making the muddy water muddier and the turbid water turbider? I don’t think so, is it?”

Yin Mi cupped his hands, “I am grateful for your teachings.”

Cui Dongshan put his hands in his sleeves and said softly, “The commotion may be loud later, don’t make a fuss over a little thing here in the Temple of Literature.”

Old Master Han did not care about the contradictions in his words and asked with a smile, “How loud will the commotion be?”

Cui Dongshan raised his hand and held the back of his head, and said, “It depends on the situation.”

A secluded valley on the outskirts of the capital was where the national master of the Grand Azure Dynasty’s Daoist temple was located, but it was set up with several layers of clever camouflage, and ordinary mortals who passed by would detour on their own.

After a branch-washing rain, in the breeze, a small courtyard with two entrances was located here, with green tiles and white walls, and mountain scenery.

In front of the house was a old and bald locust tree, as thick as a dipper, with sparse branches and leaves. Behind the house was a old sweet-scented osmanthus tree, with dense shade. It was a good place to avoid the summer heat, and could accommodate thirty or forty guests.

A group of fireflies, known by the cultivators on the mountain as Bright Night Luminescence, gathered on the bare locust tree, shining brightly, like a huge golden night candle.

The aura of immortality.

Jiang Shangzhen, who was responsible for being a guest here, used a Barrier-Breaking Charm, opened the door, and stepped inside.

In the open space in front of the house were two wooden chairs of different sizes, with an old man and a girl sitting on them.

The old man was boasting about how brave the hero was back then, “My master doesn’t like false fame, and likes quietness the most, and hates the mundane world. A hundred years ago, a little girl like you would still want to worship me as a teacher? The young talents and cultivation geniuses who wanted to get close to me could line up all the way from the archway at the foot of Central Mountain to the Jade Sky Palace on the top of the mountain.”

Seeing that the girl did not believe him at all, the old man had to explain a little more, “Don’t think that the master doesn’t look like a master, this is what is called having meat in the bun, but not on the folds.”

The girl still didn’t know where this place was or who her master was. She had been thrown here by her family at the end of last year. Her cultivation aptitude was okay, and arguing with her master was her strength, “Your good only is skin deep.”

The old man was Liu Rao, the national master of the Grand Azure, who had profound Dao power. The so-called immortals like Cai Yushan in the temples were no match for him.

Liu Rao glanced at the guest who was showing off a handful of high-grade Barrier-Breaking Charms. He was a very unfamiliar face, so he asked with a smile, “What deity is visiting here? I have failed to welcome you.”

Jiang Shangzhen strolled around in someone else’s Daoist temple and said with a smile, “Junior’s name is Zhou Fei, Daoist title is Collapsed Truth True Lord. I have met the national master of the Grand Azure.”

Liu Rao clapped his hands and praised, “What a good Daoist title!”

On the summit of Central Mountain, in a forbidden and heavily guarded secret realm, there was a lazy woman in palace attire standing by the railing, holding a plain silk fan in her hand. She reached out her hand and seemed to “take down” the bright moon in the sky, and “embroidered” it on the silk, turning it into a white jade plate. Then she “moved” an old sweet-scented osmanthus tree from behind Liu Rao’s Daoist temple and planted it under the bright moon. She also moved five green mountain peaks from the Northern Mountain and arranged them together on the silk fan, like a miniature and lovely celadon brush holder…

A slovenly man leaned against the railing, tapping the ground with the tip of his foot, admiring it greatly, “I never thought that there would be such a ‘Bao Bai Xiang’ technique in the world, it is truly the reincarnation of the Weaving Girl.”

The Mountain God of Central Mountain, the ancestor of the Yin Clan of the Grand Azure, Yin Ni, didn’t even raise her head, and ridiculed, “You talk as if you’ve seen the Weaving Girl.”

Unexpectedly, the man was so shameless that he nodded and said, “I’ve seen her. Not to mention her weaving skills, her appearance is seven or eight points similar to yours.”

Yin Ni raised her head, with a smile on her face, and cursed the man with extremely pure Central Earth dialect and extremely vulgar content, which was related to his ancestors for eighteen generations anyway.

The man was not angry but laughed and clapped his hands, “Your words are similar too!”

The Mountain and Sea Sect was deserted after the excitement.

The scenery was always the same scenery, but the sea waves were a little bigger today, like the Old Dragon King blowing his beard, causing the heavenly wind to blow waves and bring rain.

Just as the little girl Umbrella Flower was about to go home, Nalan Xianxiu asked her to wait a moment. The little girl asked in confusion, “Waiting for whom?”

Nalan Xianxiu said, “It’s best if we can wait for him. If we can’t wait, there’s nothing we can do.”

According to her estimation, it was highly likely that Umbrella Flower would go back first, and she would need to wait until midnight.

The little girl didn’t ask who she was waiting for.

Just as Nalan Xianxiu estimated that an incense stick’s worth of time had passed, she sighed quietly, put away her pipe, and was about to let Umbrella Flower go back to rest…

A figure in green clothes appeared out of thin air, looking a little embarrassed, swaying and unable to stand still.

The little girl took a closer look and exclaimed, “Oh, it’s half an acquaintance.”

She held an umbrella in one hand, put her hands on her waist, and asked with wide eyes, “Why is it you again? Why do you sneak over without saying hello? Is it so difficult to walk the right way through the mountain gate? Are you going to sprain your ankle?”

The green-shirted guest, who had been caught again, looked a little embarrassed and did not know how to explain for a moment. He had been thrown here by the Sage of Rites last time, but this time he had chosen the Mountain and Sea Sect himself.

The little girl glanced at him sideways and asked darkly, “Does this mysterious out-of-town guest know A-Liang now?”

Chen Ping’an said helplessly, “Actually, I know him. We are still very good friends. I lied last time.”

The little girl’s eyes lit up and she asked tentatively, “Since you know A-Liang, then you must know that embroidered tiger, right? He is the national master of the Great Li Dynasty, Cui Chan!”

She wanted to seek justice for Sister Fei Cui.

The man blinked his eyes and answered irrelevantly, “I am the national master of the Great Li Dynasty.”

The little girl was stunned and felt that her brain was not working properly.

If the other party was from the Great Li, wouldn’t they be from her hometown? And he’s still the national master of Great Li? A magistrate is not as good as the current governor, and she still has a small nest in the mountains of the Great Li.

Nalan Xianxiu held back her laughter, gathered her thoughts, and this founder of the Mountain and Sea Sect, for the first time, gave a blessing to an outsider, “Taoist Nalan Xianxiu, thank you, Mr. Chen.”

After Chen Ping’an cupped his hands in return, he quickly paid his respects with three sticks of incense and hurried away from the Mountain and Sea Sect.

The heavy rain did not last long. After putting away the umbrella, the little girl Umbrella Flower was satisfied, nodded to herself, rubbed her eyes, and wiped her face, muttering to herself.

“This Great Li national master, it’s such a coincidence that he’s also surnamed Chen, and he looks decent, and has a good demeanor, but he’s too timid. Haha, I scared him away.”

In fact, the clever little girl guessed it. He was the one who lived in Sister Xiuxiu’s heart for a long time. He doesn’t look handsome, but why does she like him?