At the mountain gate of the Weiming Sect, the Taoist in the Jade Crown looked at Mu Shanxue as he descended the mountain, then turned to the Sect Leader.
"You'll just let him go?"
The Sect Leader shook his head and sighed:
"If one's Taoist heart is clouded, what does cultivation matter?"
"You and I both underestimated the human heart..."
The Taoist in the Jade Crown spoke coldly, "But is he just talking nonsense?"
The Sect Leader chuckled and said, "Who knows? I cannot stop him. As he left, he took a drop of Chonghe's heart blood from a fingertip. I don't know what he intends, or maybe I do."
"Can fools not speak their dreams?"
Mu Shanxue's right fingertip was stained with a pure, glass-like red. A breeze brushed by, making his finger slightly cool. The essence of Heavenly Secrets subtly guided him, and he softly said:
"Little Junior Brother, wait for me."
In the distance, the Taoist in a robe drifted away, a sword strapped to his back.
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