"Let us ride the wind and talk."
Kong Yu seemed to have been looking forward to this for ages, fearing the senior brothers would snatch away the business; he could not stand even a moment longer at the foot of the mountain gate, so he rode the wind through Shankei County, saying:
"As my master says, it should be someone from the Immortal Sect of the Northern Taoist Lineage at Luoxia Mountain coming down to endure tribulation. No one knows which distinguished figure it is. In short, it will be nine months of Qi Cultivation, three years of Foundation Establishment, possessing beauties, breaking Noble Families, exterminating Devil Cultivators, savoring all the blessings of Qi folk... and traveling north all the way back..."
"This! This..."
Li Xuanxuan found it hard to believe, vague suspicions lingering, yet could not put them to words. He only whispered:
"If it is so, you and I are but passing by that place. There shouldn't be much to fear…"
