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This heart-to-heart conversation in the rain wasn’t without its gains; at least Zhao Rong finally made sense of so of his inner doubts.
At the sa ti, he beca a bit wary.
Any change in the Heart Lake, no matter how small, would reflect in his thoughts and emotions in so form.
From now on, when it cos to the Heart Lake, Zhao Rong felt he needed to be cautious and couldn’t leave it entirely to so Sword Spirit.
Their destinies were intertwined, that’s true, but it seed soone could change him in a non-harmful way to achieve a purpose that it deed beneficial for them both.
This was sothing he could not tolerate.
Yet, Zhao Rong did not voice these thoughts at this mont.
Gui asked casually, "So, you really don’t plan to leave now?"
Zhao Rong didn’t answer, quietly standing and gazing south, mumbling, "Zhu Yourong was right, she got it right."
"What?"
Zhao Rong stood in the drizzle, his hair, face, and neck completely soaked, appearing particularly bedraggled, but displaying a brilliant smile.
He covered his face with both palms, rubbed hard, then wiped downwards, opening a pair of clear eyes: "I can’t leave; I know what it is that I truly want now."
Gui nodded, "A soft life and a beauty."
Zhao Rong watched the fiery figure chasing fireflies in the spirit field and smiled, "Maybe before, but now... I want the Qi Family."
Gui was montarily speechless.
"Zhao Rong." It suddenly reminded, "Soone’s coming from the southeast."
Zhao Rong turned his head to look, indeed noticing a group approaching seemingly filled with hostility.
And the reason for their seemingly aggressive approach was because Zhao Rong heard a woman’s reprimand from afar.
"Audacious thief, how dare you steal from the spirit fields at night."
Zhao Rong glanced, putting away the gray mist from the Fallen Sword Bag, then turned to call up the little Fox Demon frolicking below, but before he could make any moves, the leading woman from the southeast group moved with ghostly speed, landing lightly within ten steps before him, holding a sword in an alert posture, seemingly afraid he would escape.
Zhao Rong turned his head to see that there were seven newcors, two won and three n, led by one of the won.
All were young, aside from the leading woman, the four behind wore indigo uniforms, sleeves adorned with floating talismans, resembling temporary rain repelling robes common in Immortal Sects; now rushing over, none of them had a drop of rain on them.
The leading woman drew notable attention, in her early twenties, with a pretty yet aloof face, unlike the others, she donned a dark sword outfit, holding a slender two-foot sword, with sword qi spinning around her like a curtain, sheltering her from the autumn rain.
Because Qing Jun Qian’er was a Sword Cultivator, the familiar Zhao Rong imdiately recognized the leading woman as a Sword Cultivator.
Gui casually remarked, "A fledgling who just entered Vast Realm."
Zhao Rong nodded, glancing over the four people behind her, probably all at the Fu Yao Realm, sa as him.
At this mont, a female disciple of Fu Yao cultivation level erged from the woods behind the seven people, approaching the leading woman and respectfully reporting:
"Senior Sister Ye, the spirit field is unhard, the firefly peaches haven’t been picked yet, they’re still on the trees, but one of this thief’s accomplices has already gone in, running about in the Neon Light Grass spirit field, no idea what for."
So it turned out soone went to check on the spirit field’s condition.
Upon hearing that sothing was unhard, the aloof leading woman and the other four imdiately sighed in relief.
A male disciple with a horse face at the back imdiately snorted coldly, "Where did this thief co from, daring to steal from our Qian Han Peak’s spirit fields, today I’ll break your damn legs."
At this mont, Zhao Rong stood drenched in the rain, but roughly one could still make out his youthful face, presumably not yet eighteen years old. Coupled with his bedraggled state in the rain, he didn’t quite seem like a cultivated mountain person, more like a mundane thief driven by greed.
The five disciples, including the horse-faced male, instantly felt disdain, looking at him with eyes filled with contempt and scorn for a petty thief.
Zhao Rong ignored the horse-faced male disciple who threatened to break his legs, silently reciting ’Qian Han Peak’ in his heart.
He had heard of this Immortal Sect, a small one near Great Li’s Sacrificial Moon Mountain, not very large, ranking outside the top ten on the mountains of Great Li Dynasty, not comparable to Ziwei Pavilion where Su Qingdai once belonged.
However, this spirit field was their plantation, which was reasonable.
So these people were disciples of Qian Han Peak?
Then, Zhao Rong glanced at the aloof leading woman again, who at her young age had achieved Vast Realm cultivation, and was a female Sword Cultivator. Not compared to Taiching Prefecture’s prodigy like Qing Jun Qian’er, but among these small Immortals still quite outstanding. Of course, still a distance from top Fairies like Su Qingdai of the Great Li northern mountains’ immortals, but not by too much.
This could be discerned from the respectful expressions of the surrounding male disciples towards her.
Zhao Rong prepared to actively explain that they just went down to catch fireflies, well, what if they believed it?
However, the aloof woman referred to as Senior Sister Ye by the Qian Han Peak disciples suddenly asked, "How was the array breached?"
The female disciple who ca to report shook her head, "Don’t know, but this thief’s accomplice is in there."
The Qian Han Peak disciples suddenly realized sothing.
Because it was discovered that soone should also be a cultivator, not just so mundane who accidentally stumbled into the spirit field.
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