Chapter 107 Cat Meets Old Friend

The scene on the floating island is completely different from that below.

Clouds and mist flow around, the spiritual energy is rich, and all kinds of exotic flowers and plants grow between the white jade-like corridors, bridges, and pavilions. From time to time, fairy cranes fly by, creating a fairy-like atmosphere.

Zhou Yan flew the sword at an extremely fast but steady speed, and soon he brought Bai Qingchen and Mo Li to land in front of a quiet pavilion.

The three big characters "Tianyan Pavilion" are written on the plaque of the pavilion in a vigorous and powerful manner.

"Master had already predicted that Junior Brother Bai would come today and was waiting inside." Zhou Yan said as he led Bai Qingchen and Mo Li inside.

After passing through a winding corridor, the view suddenly opens up.

It turned out to be an exquisite courtyard with a small bridge, flowing water and green bamboos. It was completely different from the fairyland scene shrouded in clouds and mist outside, and added a bit of human elegance.

In a corner of the courtyard, facing a gurgling stream, there is a stone table. A figure in a green Taoist robe is sitting alone at the table with his back to them, seemingly sipping tea.

Although it was just a silhouette, Bai Qingchen recognized the man at a glance. He was one of his best friends in his previous life, the current grand elder of Yantian Sect, Zhou Xuanyi.

Zhou Xuanyi didn't turn around, but simply put down his teacup. His voice was calm, and no emotion could be heard: "Zhou Yan, your master asked you to go pick someone up, but he didn't ask you to bring some insignificant people with you."

Zhou Yan's face suddenly showed a bit of embarrassment. He looked at Bai Qingchen, then glanced at Mo Li, and whispered, "Master, this is Junior Brother Bai's friend..."

Bai Qingchen winked at Zhou Yan, signaling him not to be embarrassed, and whispered, "Brother Zhou, go and do your work first."

Zhou Yan looked at his master's cold and hard back, then at Bai Qingchen. In the end, he didn't dare to leave without permission. He had to stand there, caught in a dilemma.

Zhou Xuanyi's voice sank, with unquestionable majesty: "Zhou Yan, show the guest away."

The displeasure in his tone was already obvious.

Mo Li pursed his lips. He could see that Bai Qingchen had a special relationship with the Great Elder of Yantian Sect, and that they had important matters to discuss, so it seemed inconvenient for him to be here.

He didn't want to delay Bai Qingchen's work because of himself, so he took the initiative to say: "Brother, how about I go wait for you outside first."

Bai Qingchen grabbed his wrist, looked up at Zhou Xuanyi's back, and said clearly, "Zhou Xuanyi, Mo Li is my friend, not an insignificant person."

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Xuanyi stood up suddenly.

“Bang!”

With a crisp sound, the white jade teacup in his hand was crushed to pieces, and the fragments and tea splashed all over the floor. He was obviously really angry.

Bai Qingchen seemed not to notice and continued, "If you don't welcome us, then we'll take our leave."

Having said that, he seriously pulled Mo Li and pretended to turn around and leave.

"stop!"

Zhou Xuanyi shouted, his voice filled with suppressed emotion, "We haven't seen each other for four hundred years, and you're leaving as soon as we meet. You still love to contradict me, don't you?"

The figure on the stone bench in the distance suddenly disappeared, and the next moment it appeared in front of Bai Qingchen and Mo Li.

He looked to be no more than twenty years old, with a handsome face, but with a few bloodshot eyes. His black hair was casually tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, and a few strands of hair hung down in front of his forehead, adding a bit of unruly and irritability.

What was even more shocking was that a long sword with a cold glow appeared in his hand, and the tip of the sword was pointing directly at Mo Li.

The sharp sword blade was only an inch away from Mo Li's cheek. A drop of bright red blood instantly seeped out from the skin cut by the sword energy and slowly slid down.

However, facing this sudden fatal threat, Mo Li stood straight, without even blinking, but just looked at Zhou Xuanyi calmly, his eyes were unfathomable.

Bai Qingchen's expression changed, and he immediately pulled Mo Li behind him to protect him. He frowned and looked at Zhou Xuanyi, his tone cold: "Zhou Xuanyi, what do you mean by this?"

"What do I mean? What do I mean?"

Zhou Xuanyi's chest heaved as he suppressed his anger, but the tip of his sword was still pointing at Mo Li behind Bai Qingchen.

"Since you are not sincere in visiting me, your old friend, please leave immediately!"

After he finished speaking, he abruptly retracted his sword, turned his back on them, and said in a cold voice, "Zhou Yan, get the guests out!"

Zhou Yan was terrified watching from the side, completely unable to understand his master's unpredictable temper.

When Master predicted that Junior Brother Bai would come, he seemed to be in a good mood. How come it turned out like this in the blink of an eye?

Mo Li gently pulled Bai Qingchen's sleeve, shook his head, and whispered: "Brother, since I am not welcome here, I will go out and wait, you two can talk properly." He didn't want to embarrass Bai Qingchen.

Seeing Zhou Yan's hesitation in taking Mo Li away, Bai Qingchen sighed helplessly and said to Zhou Xuanyi's back, "It's been four hundred years since we last met. How come your temper is getting worse and worse? You're even quarreling with a child."

There was a hint of teasing in his tone.

Zhou Xuanyi snorted heavily and didn't look back.

Bai Qingchen let go of Mo Li and signaled Zhou Yan to take him out first.

Zhou Yan felt as if he had been pardoned, and quickly made a gesture to Mo Li to invite him in. Mo Li glanced at Bai Qingchen, and seeing him nod, he followed Zhou Yan and silently left the courtyard.

After the two men left, Bai Qingchen walked forward and sat down at the stone table.

Lan Yu in his arms seemed to be awakened by the noise just now. She carefully poked her little head out from his clothes, and her big eyes looked at Zhou Xuanyi, whose air pressure was extremely low, with curiosity and vigilance.

"You know whether he is a child or not." Zhou Xuanyi still had his back to him, his voice muffled.

Bai Qingchen didn't respond, but just touched Lan Yu's little head.

Lan Yu jumped out of his arms and stared at the plate of pastries on the stone table. She wanted to eat it but was a little afraid of the scary human next to her. She glanced at Zhou Xuanyi with her eyes.

Zhou Xuanyi seemed to have eyes on his back and said unhappily, "It's been hundreds of years since we last met, and you're still raising these furry little creatures."

"Lan Yu is a demon, not a little thing." Bai Qingchen corrected.

Zhou Xuanyi snorted, a little unreasonable: "If I say yes, it's true."

Bai Qingchen shook his head helplessly, glanced around the courtyard, and changed the subject: "Why isn't Jing Yan here?"

He remembered that in his previous life, Zhou Xuanyi was always accompanied by Zhou Jingyan, who was a master of swordsmanship, and the two were almost inseparable.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xuanyi turned around abruptly, raised his eyebrows, and looked at him, his tone even more aggressive: "I haven't even tried you yet, and you're meddling in my affairs first?"

He walked to the table and sat down. He picked up the teapot and poured himself another cup of tea. He took a sip and then said stiffly, "I'm long past the stage where I need someone to protect me all the time. He can go wherever he wants. I don't care."

Bai Qingchen could hear the obvious anger in his words and asked tentatively, "Are you guys...having a quarrel?"

Zhou Xuanyi glared at him and said, "We haven't seen each other for four hundred years. You came all the way here just to pry into my private affairs?"

Bai Qingchen shut up tactfully, knowing that it was best not to confront his good friend when he got angry.

Zhou Xuanyi stared at him for a long while, then suddenly sneered, "You're quite heartless. After recovering your memory, you didn't return to Medicine King Valley to see your cheap nephew, and you didn't come to see me, your old friend. Instead, you went to see your... Taoist partner, who was very active."

He deliberately emphasized the word "Daoist companion" and said sarcastically, "Do you still see me as a friend?"

Bai Qingchen knew he was in the wrong, so he was silent for a moment and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Unexpectedly, this apology was like setting off a powder keg. Zhou Xuanyi instantly exploded: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was tired of hearing that in my previous life. Can't you just use a different word? What kind of magic potion did Mo Zhiyuan feed you? What's so good about him?"

Bai Qingchen was stunned by his yelling and asked in confusion: "Xuan Yi, you...is there any misunderstanding between you and Zhiyuan?" He didn't understand why Zhou Xuanyi was so hostile to Mo Zhiyuan.

"Misunderstand?"

Zhou Xuanyi laughed coldly, as if he had just heard a huge joke. "I'm not even close to the renowned Xuanji Sword Master! How dare I have any misunderstandings!"

Bai Qingchen didn't like his sarcastic tone and wanted to stop him.

Seeing Bai Qingchen still blindly defending Mo Zhiyuan at this moment, Zhou Xuanyi's anger, which he had just barely suppressed, suddenly surged up again, and he growled without thinking, "You're still protecting him now! Do you know?"

"How much of his current reputation in the world of immortal cultivation, the glory of his Xuanji Sword Master, is based on you..."

He was halfway through his words when he suddenly stopped as if his neck was strangled, and a trace of regret flashed across his face.

The courtyard fell into deathly silence in an instant.