Ji Mofan squatted alone in the cave, quietly circulating his spiritual energy through a cycle.
Although he was focused on preparing for his breakthrough, it didn't stop him from overhearing all the conversations of the people outside the cave.
Ji Mofan knew of Li Jinchu; his defeat at the Dao Asking Conference years ago had left a deep impression on him.
Upon hearing this, Li Geyue, relying on his status as a member of the Li clan, proudly declared that once he grew to be the same age as Li Jinchu, he would definitely be able to defeat his senior brother and reach the top of the Dao Inquiry Tournament.
What was my reaction at the time?
Ji Mo Fan recalled for a moment.
He seemed to say nothing, only patted the little fool's head.
I regret not slapping him awake back to reality.
Seeing that the group outside had no intention of leaving, Ji Mofan took another week to adjust his breathing, then stopped and removed the defensive formation outside the cave.
Fang Xian was the first to realize that the direction of the cave was fluctuating abnormally.
After realizing that this was Ji Mofan's own doing, he calmly went back to lying down and continued weaving grass.
The Xiaoling Sect's camp was a bit far away, and it wasn't until someone came out of the cave that the disciples who remained outside the tent turned their gaze towards it.
A person wearing a cone-shaped hat slowly walked out of the dark cave. His face was completely covered by a light blue veil, and even his figure was not clearly visible.
Fang Xian saw him raise an eyebrow.
"Why are you dressed like that?" he asked.
Ji Mo Fan did not want to run into Li Jin Chu.
On the one hand, she didn't want too many people to know that she had a good relationship with the people of Changfeng Valley; on the other hand, she didn't quite trust Li Jinchu in front of her.
He and Fang Xuan will inevitably clash at the Dao Asking Conference, and he even got into a fight with this somewhat mentally unstable guy.
Who knows if the eldest young master of the Li family will do something similar? After all, his junior brother, Ji Mofan, who shares the same bloodline, just did something incredibly foolish during this training.
In fact, Jimo Fan's situation is a classic case of being bitten by a snake once and being afraid of a rope for ten years; it truly deserves the description of being a worrier.
If they were to meet outside the secret realm, in any more private place, Li Jinchu might indeed propose another fight with Ji Mofan.
After all, he didn't know how much cultivation time Ji Mofan had wasted for the sect over the years, so he would only want to see how far the junior had grown before sparring with him.
But at this moment, they were in the Dark Mist Secret Realm. Although Li Jinchu was not the chief of the Xiaoling Sect, he was the leader of this training.
No matter how casual he is, he can't be like Fang Xian, who would draw his sword and attack at the slightest disagreement.
Xiaoling Sect cannot afford to lose face like this, and the Li family cannot afford to lose face like this even more.
His every word and action was confined within the constraints of the aristocratic family.
Ji Mofan had no idea about these things, and his secretive actions only fueled the speculation among the disciples of Xiaoling Sect, even leading to a love triangle plot straight out of a melodramatic novel.
He loved him, but he didn't love him and loved him, yet he loved him.
That's utterly absurd.
In the end, Ji Mofan said nothing, but simply waved to Fang Xuan to leave.
Fang Xian got up, dusted off the grass leaves on his body, picked up a long string of strange straw-woven animals, and prepared to leave with Ji Mofan.
Although he is not picky about where he rests, he does not like to rest in an environment with so many strangers around him.
"Isn't it rather impolite of you two to leave without even saying goodbye?" Li Jinchu's voice drifted over.
Ji Mofan had no choice but to stop and turn around to look through the light veil hanging from the top of the hat at Li Jinchu, who was slowly walking out of the tent by lifting the curtain.
Fang Xian secretly curled his lip.
Even when exploring a secret realm, they are so particular, changing their clothes again in such a short time.
If you have to be completely clean and untouched by dust, what's the point of training? Why not just find a blessed land, meditate, absorb spiritual energy, and level up?
Do they think the prestigious Xiaoling Sect is lacking a place for Li Jinchu to cultivate?
"Where we're going doesn't seem to need to be reported to you," Fang Xuan stepped forward, cutting him off.
He's used to doing whatever he wants, and if he's unhappy, he'll definitely make himself happy again.
Anxiety and depression can also be detrimental to spiritual practice.
"It's just a word of concern. After all, we are both righteous cultivators, and it seems that you two have been separated from your sects." Li Jinchu took out a folding fan and gently waved it in front of him.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, don't look at me like that. I have absolutely no ill intentions."
"I didn't suspect you of having any ill intentions," Fang Xuan said bluntly, "I just don't like you as a person."
Li Jinchu: ......
Fang Xian is really too audacious.
"My friend, why is your face covered by a veil?" He turned to Ji Mofan beside him.
He glanced at the person whose figure he couldn't quite make out.
Although most of his body was covered by a top hat, it was still possible to see that his overall color was cloud-blue. Everyone in the cultivation world knew that the representative color of the Yun Cang Sword Sect was cloud-blue.
Li Jinchu couldn't discern any hidden meaning in Ji Mofan's clothes, as he wasn't familiar with that disciple's robe.
And even though he was familiar with the place, he couldn't pinpoint any problems.
After all, the rules of the Xiaoling Sect are different from those of the Yuncang Sword Sect. Although they do distribute disciple robes, it would be more accurate to say that they distribute a piece of cloth that has been blessed with defensive spells.
The Xiaoling Sect allows its disciples to freely modify their disciple robes according to their own preferences.
Therefore, Li Jinchu could only be certain that the person in front of him was most likely from the Yuncang Sword Sect, but he could not be sure who he was.
Ji Mofan, who was called upon, had no choice but to cough twice and answer.
Otherwise, remaining silent would only pique the other party's interest even more.
"Fellow Daoist, please excuse my appearance. I was disfigured in a battle with a demonic beast, which is why I have to hide it. I am so ugly that I'm afraid it might frighten others," Ji Mofan said slowly, lowering his voice to adopt a hoarse tone.
Li Jinchu frowned subconsciously at his unpleasant voice.
Coming to her senses, she relaxed her features and revealed an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up your painful memories."
The direct descendants that the Li family has been cultivating are truly direct descendants, completely different from children like Li Geyue who grew up wildly and became arrogant because of their family's power.
Even when facing someone of unknown identity who even had to conceal his appearance, he still displayed the utmost composure.
It's as if elegance is etched into their very bones.
Of course, this is if you ignore his expensive attire.
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