My System Is Three Thousand Years Early Chapter 693: 188 Time is Better Sooner Rather Than Later (Pl

Chapter 693: Chapter 188 Ti is Better Sooner Rather Than Later (Please Subscribe)

Ning Qianxue casually ntioned this matter; she felt relieved just seeing that Cheng Guang had erged from seclusion.

“Princely Heir, the Sect recently asked to return for a visit. Would you like to co with ?”

Ning Qianxue asked as she looked at Cheng Guang.

Cheng Guang nodded: “Of course I’ll go.”

Cheng Guang understood that Ning Qianxue hadn’t left on her own in the past few days because she was waiting to go to the Taihao Sword Sect with him.

Cheng Guang wouldn’t squelch Ning Qianxue’s enthusiasm.

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When Ning Qianxue heard that Cheng Guang didn’t say anything else and simply nodded in agreent, a touch of elation surfaced on her face, and she quickly got up.

“Princely Heir, let’s start preparing to depart now.”

“The sooner, the better.”

Cheng Guang had no objections to this. After all, Ning Qianxue had been longing to visit the Taihao Sword Sect, and Cheng Guang himself was eager to see what the situation was like there.

It was better to see the situation at the Taihao Sword Sect in advance, to observe the unmanaged area and assess the opportunity to establish a dynasty.

If there was a chance to establish a dynasty, Cheng Guang naturally wouldn’t want to miss it.

Now that the system task had been issued, Cheng Guang didn’t want to waste a single mont.

It wasn’t just because of the system task weighing on Cheng Guang.

Apart from the system task, the Celestial Gods lurking in the shadows, the Western Buddhas, and even the visible Great Tang Emperor were all significant threats to Cheng Guang at this ti.

After Cheng Guang nodded his agreent.

Ning Qianxue, accompanied by Qing Luan, went to pack their luggage.

This ti to the Taihao Sword Sect.

Qing Luan was also to be brought along.

There was no danger, and having her with him was convenient for her to take care of him personally.

After a while.

A huge Flying Boat rose from Duke Zhen’s Mansion and swept towards the Taihao Sword Sect.

En route.

No incidents occurred.

Soon enough.

Standing atop the Flying Boat, Cheng Guang caught sight of the Taihao Sword Sect.

He directly descended into the heart of the Taihao Sword Sect.

When Cheng Guang’s Flying Boat appeared above the Taihao Sword Sect, it instantly attracted the attention of countless disciples.

“Is that…”

“Is that the Princely Heir’s Flying Boat?”

“The Princely Heir has arrived.”

“The Princely Heir has co. So does that an the eldest disciple sister has returned too?”

The many disciples of the Taihao Sword Sect were abuzz with discussion as they watched Cheng Guang’s Flying Boat, and a wave of surprised exclamations followed.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd of disciples, Cheng Guang headed straight into the back mountain of the Taihao Sword Sect.

At the rear of the Taihao Sword Sect.

A bamboo cottage nad the Liuguang Water Pavilion stood by the pond, the place where Granny Qianhua, the Sect’s sole Sky-Man, would usually receive guests. It was nested amidst the back mountains of the Taihao Sword Sect, its placent beside Bamboo Cottage complented by the andering Liuguang pond waters from which it derived its na.

The bamboo cottage, surrounded by water on three sides, offered an excellent view of the beautiful reflections on Liuguang pond. With blue bricks and green tiles, the rooftop featured a hip-and-gable architecture with slightly upturned eaves, exuding the quaint elegance of a Jiangnan garden-style dwelling.

Cheng Guang, in his previous life, had explored many gardens and knew the Great Zhou Capital was one of the most bustling places in the Four Directions Mortal World, but compared to Granny Qianhua’s abode, it lacked in depth of aning.

For the most part, the lodgings in the Capital city were places of extravagance.

Whereas this bamboo cottage, the Liuguang Water Pavilion, was a haven of fresh simplicity and elegance.

They were not to be discussed in the sa breath.

The Taihao Sword Sect, as one of the Four Great Hidden Sword Sects, certainly had its foundation. It was not rely relying on ancestral privilege and even in this tripoint borderland untouched by the four great dynasties, it was a foremost power.

Ordinary forces or, rather, ordinary powerhouses would not dare to offend the Taihao Sword Sect lightly.

Cheng Guang entered the bamboo cottage and upon entering, he imdiately realized that besides Granny Qianhua, there were several other people already inside.

It seed as if they had known in advance that Cheng Guang would be bringing Ning Qianxue back.

Inside, people were seated in front of rosewood desks, sipping tea.

As Cheng Guang entered the cottage, those within cast their eyes upon him.

“The Princely Heir has arrived.”

At the head of the cottage, Granny Qianhua looked towards Cheng Guang; her aged face bore a radiant smile.

She rose to greet him.

Cheng Guang also was unpretentious, paying his respects to Granny Qianhua.

“I’ve co to see you, Granny.”

Cheng Guang said, and to his side, Ning Qianxue also said, “Granny.”

“Granny, you’ve put all your thoughts on the Princely Heir and didn’t even see .”

Ning Qianxue pouted slightly as she spoke.

Hearing Ning Qianxue’s words, Granny Qianhua couldn’t help but laugh aloud, first gesturing for Cheng Guang not to stand on ceremony before turning her gaze to Ning Qianxue.

“Qianxue, you child,” Granny Qianhua said with a smile, shaking her head and gently stroking Ning Qianxue’s head.

“It seems you’ve been doing very well with the Princely Heir these past days, not sending even a single ssage back.”

“Have you beco so happy as to forget ho?”

Ning Qianxue’s cheeks flushed pink, “Granny, that’s not what I ant at all.”

Granny Qianhua teased with a laugh: “If it weren’t for Granny asking you to return, I’m afraid you might have forgotten about this old Granny altogether.”

“By the way, has there been any movent in your belly lately?”

Ning Qianxue’s lips parted as if to say sothing, but then she saw her Granny’s jesting look and also glanced toward her abdon.

Ning Qianxue’s face turned crimson with shyness, and for a mont she was at a loss for words, unable to speak.