Chapter 768: Chapter 768: The Great Void Sect_1 Chapter 768: Chapter 768: The Great Void Sect_1 “`
“Greetings, Uncle Teresa,” Aaron Gill greeted respectfully.
Teresa Cotes’s face turned red as she glanced at Aaron Gill and then shyly lowered her head.
She soon rembered that Aaron Gill had a fiancée, and that his fiancée was none other than Master Xu’s girlfriend, so her expression gradually stiffened.
Luis Cotes also realized this and his deanor turned colder; he only nodded in response to Aaron Gill’s greeting.
Malcolm Gill smiled and looked at Greg Jensen, hesitatingly asking, “This is…”
“He is the son of Senior Bowen, Bowen Griffin.”
Luis Cotes stated indifferently, “I brought him along this ti to see the world.”
“Haha, so it’s Bo! I held you when you were little.”
“I have seen you, Uncle Malcolm.”
Greg Jensen perford a flawless courtesy.
“Good, good, all good children, our cultivation world has successors indeed.”
Malcolm Gill smiled, turned around, and summoned a disciple, saying, “Hurry, take Uncle Teresa and the others inside to rest.”
“Yes, Sect Leader.”
Malcolm Gill said to Luis Cotes with a smile, “Sister Teresa, you go inside and rest first. We’ll gather together later.”
“Hmm.”
Luis Cotes followed the disciple inside.
Greg Jensen followed behind, observing the situation of the Taixu Sect while pondering how to take Louisa Burley out if he found her.
As he passed Aaron Gill, he frowned because Aaron Gill was staring at him the whole ti.
Does this kid recognize ?
That shouldn’t be possible!
Ever since Greg Jensen acquired the Thousand Illusion Spirit Mask, no one had been able to see through it; even though Aaron Gill’s cultivation was high, it shouldn’t be this easy for him to see through.
Greg Jensen was puzzled inside, but his face showed no sign of it; instead, he smiled openly at Aaron Gill.
Aaron Gill returned the smile, watching as the Danxia Sect delegation slowly walked away.
Malcolm Gill frowned, “Do you fancy that girl?”
“No, I was looking at that Bowen Griffin.”
“Bowen Griffin?”
Malcolm Gill was taken aback and asked, “What about him?”
Aaron Gill shook his head, puzzled, “I don’t know why, but I always feel that person seems a bit familiar.”
Malcolm Gill also froze, knowing that the souls of those who cultivated were many tis stronger than ordinary people’s, and naturally wouldn’t think Aaron Gill was mistaken.
But why did he feel familiar when they had never t?
While he was pondering, the sound of breaking through the air sounded once again.
Malcolm Gill looked up and saw at the end of the sky a streak of golden light rushing towards them.
Thud!
A golden, glittering Demon-Subduing Pestle fell, landing right in front of Malcolm Gill.
Following that, seven or eight strong monks descended from the sky, each landing on the ground.
The leading monk was clad in yellow robes, standing nearly one ter ninety tall, bulging with muscles, and looking very formidable.
He grasped the Demon-Subduing Pestle in his hand, wearing a grin that was neither friendly nor unfriendly, saying, “Amitabha, I apologize for startling you, Venerable Malcolm.”
Malcolm Gill smiled slightly, “For Venerable Nelson to visit is a pleasant surprise, there’s no startle to speak of.”
Nelson Rice laughed heartily, “Is Venerable Malcolm well?”
“Not bad, still hanging on.”
Malcolm Gill responded casually, “But as for Venerable Nelson, you seem to be in even better health.”
“Fortunate indeed!”
“Esteed masters, please, this way.”
Malcolm Gill scanned the other monks behind Nelson Rice, his eyes briefly flashing with a sharp light, and personally led them inward.
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All the major Sects had arrived, and the Taixu Sect also held a grand welco banquet to entertain the guests.
Greg Jensen followed Luis Cotes into the banquet hall and imdiately noticed that familiar figure—Trey Hols.
Seeing Trey Hols again, his emotions were exceedingly complex.
After all, they had spent so much ti together, and feelings were indeed present.
On the other hand, he resented her for deceiving him, for not considering him a friend, resulting in Aaron Gill taking him by complete surprise with his attack.
Sotis Greg Jensen thought that if Trey Hols had explained the situation earlier, he might not have let Aaron Gill take away Louisa Burley.
Because in his heart, unifying the Northwest or conquering the eighteen cities of the South of the Yangtze River was not as important as Louisa Burley.
“You must be Uncle Fish, yes?”
Trey Hols walked over, made a formal bow and said with a smile, “The place for the Danxia Sect is over here, please follow .”
“Thank you.” Luis Cotes nodded.
Trey Hols straightened up, about to say sothing when she suddenly noticed Greg Jensen staring at her. She felt displeasure in her heart but did not show it on her face, instead smiling and nodding her head.
However, the mont she turned her head, a flash of anger crossed her cool, detached face.
What the hell, he dares to stare at !
I’ll definitely smash his dog head when I get the chance!
While Trey Hols thought this, she unconsciously clenched her little fists.
Watching from behind, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but laugh, lanting how, after all this ti, the assistant’s temper hadn’t changed a bit.
This banquet was quite retro, with everyone sitting at small, separate dining tables.
The central seat naturally belonged to the Taixu Sect, with the Hanging Temple on the left side and the Dongxuan Gate on the right.
As for the second seat on the left, it was taken by a few nuns, the Disciples of the Tranquil Nunnery.
The Danxia Sect, being the weakest of the five Sects, was placed in the second seat to the right.
The remaining smaller Sects had no fixed seats; they could sit wherever they found space, and no one would bother.
After everyone was seated, the banquet began imdiately.
As the host, Malcolm Gill raised his glass frequently to toast all the fellow Daoists present, simultaneously wishing everyone fruitful achievents in the secret realm.
Greg Jensen drank a couple of glasses and then, using the skill of transmitting sound secretly, he told Luis Cotes and made up an excuse to relieve himself, leaving the grand hall.
Once he stepped out of the hall, his Divine Sense spread out like a tide, enveloping an area of a hundred ters in radius.
“Where could it be?”
Greg Jensen frowned, looking towards the other two peaks.
After hesitating for a mont, he averted his gaze and looked down at the mid-mountain level, where there were several courtyards.
Just as he was about to go and take a look, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, concentrating his Divine Sense into a line and probing towards those few courtyards.
At the sa ti, footsteps ca from behind him.
“Brother Bowen, where are you going?”
Greg Jensen slowly turned around and, looking at Aaron Gill who stopped five ters away, smiled and said, “It was too stuffy inside, so I ca out for so fresh air.”
Aaron Gill looked at him skeptically and asked, “Just for so fresh air?”
“Ha ha, you caught .”
Greg Jensen laughed and said, “Actually, there are too many elders inside, and I couldn’t drink to my heart’s content. I was planning to find a scenic place to drink alone.”
Aaron Gill gave him a long, penetrating look and said, “Do as you please, Brother Bowen, and rember to call if you need anything.”
“Sure thing.”
Greg Jensen smiled, watched Aaron Gill return to the grand hall, and slowly let his smile fade.
He turned to look at a courtyard on the mid-mountain level, the corners of his mouth lifted again, and he whispered, “Louisa, wait for , we’ll be reunited soon.”
The banquet continued until the evening. Young Disciples agreed to take a tour within the Taixu Sect grounds, and Teresa Cotes was also called out by a sister she knew.
Greg Jensen returned to his quarters alone. Just as he sat down, Luis Cotes walked in.
She casually tossed out a Formation for soundproofing and asked, “Did you find her?”
“Yes, I plan to et her tonight,” Greg Jensen smiled and nodded.
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