Being close to the water tower gives you an advantage; it's truly enviable!
Knowing her master's temperament, Chu Chuyan parted her lips slightly and said, "No need. My master prefers peace and quiet and doesn't need to live with fellow disciples. We can go up by ourselves. Thank you, senior brother."
Although her voice was gentle and pleasant to listen to, it carried a coldness that kept people at a distance.
A hint of disappointment flashed in Zhang Xi's eyes. Since the other party had already politely declined, he naturally could not insist any further. So he said, "Then the two of you should follow the mountain path up the mountain. When you arrive at the Reception Hall, there will naturally be disciples to help you make arrangements."
He appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was in turmoil: "She actually called me senior brother! She actually called me senior brother! There is such a beautiful voice in the world, ah, I'm dead!"
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Watching the two figures depart, leaving only a faint fragrance in the air, the group at the door felt a sense of loss and melancholy.
After a long while, Zhang Xi kept seeing Chu Chuyan's image in his mind and murmured to himself, "I didn't quite understand before why the wise and powerful sect leader would fall in love with Abbot Yan at first sight and be ruined for life. Today I finally understand. What is love in this world..."
At this point, he suddenly realized something and hurriedly instructed his junior brother, "Quickly, quickly inform Chunyang Hall, Abbot Yan has arrived!"
Each sect naturally has its own unique method of transmitting messages.
Meanwhile, at the highest point of Purple Mountain, on the Golden Summit, in the Pure Yang Hall, a middle-aged man in a long robe sat on a futon, meditating with his eyes closed. Purple energy swirled around him, and he continuously inhaled and exhaled this swirling purple energy, clearly practicing an extremely advanced technique.
Even though his face bears the marks of time, he still possesses a refined and elegant appearance, and his body is surrounded by a purple aura, giving him an air of otherworldly grace.
He is none other than the current Imperial Preceptor and the head of the Zhengyang Sect, Wang Wuxie!
Just then, a bell nearby suddenly rang, and he abruptly opened his eyes. Normally, no one dared to disturb him during his cultivation, so the message that was coming at this moment must be extremely important.
Could it be that someone is causing trouble down the mountain?
His expression turned cold. Although the various sects of Taoism had many experts, things were different now. Even dragons had to be subdued when they came to Zishan.
Just then, lines of golden characters appeared on the wall in front of him. Upon seeing the contents, he was so excited that he instantly stood up from the futon, his breathing becoming rapid. He murmured to himself, "Xuehen, you've finally come to Zishan?"
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