"If there's nothing else to say, then I'll be leaving with my companions." To avoid any unforeseen complications, Ji Mofan planned to take his leave quickly and make his escape first.
"Wait!" Unexpectedly, Li Jinchu suddenly stepped to Ji Mofan's side and even rudely reached out to help him.
“Fellow Daoist, it is late at night. It is very dangerous for the two of you to venture into the secret realm alone. Why don’t you rest here with our Xiaoling Sect so that you can look after each other?”
Ji Mo Fan was genuinely surprised by his actions.
He subconsciously used his spiritual power to dodge Li Jinchu's hand, and only after standing a few steps away from him did he belatedly realize his annoyance.
Although he had tried his best to control the fluctuations of his spiritual power after he realized what was happening, Li Jinchu's realm was higher than his, and at such a close distance, she must have already sensed the ice-attribute spiritual power he was carrying.
“No, we won’t disturb your rest any longer.” Ji Mofan took two more steps back.
Unexpectedly, Li Jinchu decisively withdrew his hand, gently waving the fan with one hand while placing the other hand behind his back.
“Since you are so determined, I will not insist,” he said. “I wish you both a safe journey.”
Ji Mofan narrowed his eyes slightly, which were hidden behind the light veil.
However, he didn't dwell on it for too long; in any case, it was a good thing that Li Jinchu was willing to release the people.
He did not fly on a sword; the Snow Embracing Sword had been temporarily stored in his Qiankun Bag while he was still sitting in the cave.
After all, this Embracing Snow Sword is different from the iron sword that every disciple of the Yuncang Sword Sect used to have; the identity attribute attached to it is too strong.
If someone sees you, your identity will be immediately exposed.
It's one thing if Li Jinchu discovers him, but if dozens of Xiaoling Sect disciples see him together, he'll be subjected to a public denunciation by those old fogies in the main hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect as soon as he leaves the secret realm.
It's so annoying. I'll definitely find a way to get rid of all those troublemakers who never get anything done in a while.
If we can't get rid of him, then he can just leave.
Ji Mofan used his lightness skill and disappeared from the sight of the Xiaoling Sect members in a few leaps.
"Senior Brother?" After seeing Ji Mofan and Fang Xian disappear, a junior disciple of the Xiaoling Sect mustered up the courage to approach Li Jinchu and speak to him. "Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
“You can be kind to others without expecting them to appreciate it.” Li Jinchu simply shook his head slightly while fanning himself with his folding fan. “Since those two insist on exploring on their own, whatever dangers they encounter is their own choice, and they can’t blame us.”
The young disciple nodded, somewhat confused.
The question he just asked his senior brother was, "Do you want to know about this?"
But before he could think it over properly, Li Jinchu launched a moral education conference on the fable of "Mr. Dongguo and the Snake" with sincere words.
He successfully swayed everyone's attention.
After much persuasion, Li Jinchu finally managed to send everyone away to rest. Slowly fanning himself, he unconsciously glanced in the direction where the two had disappeared.
When he recognized Ji Mofan, he guessed why the other man had put on a top hat to meet people.
He just wanted to satisfy his own curiosity and had no interest in causing trouble for others.
As the eldest son of the Li family, whether he continues his studies at the Xiaoling Sect or returns home to manage the family business after graduation, someone like Ji Mofan is someone he absolutely cannot afford to offend.
Unless he is certain that he can completely crush his opponent with one blow, leaving them with no chance of recovery.
But while that would eliminate future troubles, it's meaningless in the current situation.
Therefore, he preferred to help Ji Mo Fan leave.
They even intentionally or unintentionally guided the disciples of the Xiaoling Sect to believe that the person wearing the top hat was the emerging inner disciple of the Yuncang Sword Sect with the water elemental root.
What? He didn't do anything wrong. It was all just the disciples' wild guesses. They were just wrong.
After leaving the Xiaoling Sect's encampment and crossing a mountain, Ji Mofan put the hat back into his Qiankun bag.
I can't stand it, it's just too hot and humid.
In just a short while, he felt sweat forming on his face.
The humidity in the misty secret realm at night is really high.
"Where are you planning to go?" Fang Xuan was still sitting on his beloved little broom, hovering and stopping diagonally above Ji Mofan.
Ji Mofan had a strong urge to pull him down and force him to look up at him.
But he ultimately didn't do it.
There's nothing else to it, the main problem is that we really can't beat them.
During the period when he broke through from the early to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm, Fang Xuan also protected him outside while regulating his breathing, and his spiritual power had recovered by more than half.
The only reason people still use flying artifacts now is because they're too lazy to fly, plus they're just wasting their money.
After all, this broom requires spirit stones to operate.
"You don't need to follow me anymore. I'm going to find something for myself now." Ji Mofan waved his hand at him.
"I've been curious for a long time." Fang Xuan leaned on the broom, propped his chin up with one hand, and tilted his head to look at Ji Mo Fan standing on the ground.
"You seem very familiar with the Hidden Realm of Mist? So familiar that you knew exactly where you were going and what you were going to get before you even came in."
Ji Mo Fan did not reply.
He simply nodded slightly, his eyes lowered.
Silence was his response.
Fang Xian didn't expect to get an answer to his question; he was just a little frustrated that his curiosity wasn't satisfied.
It was only a small part; the next second, he forgot about it as usual.
"Fine, I won't ask if you don't tell me." Fang Xuan spread his hands and shook his head. "But at least take me to see it, okay? What's so magical about the thing you're willing to travel through the middle of the night to find?"
Ji Mo Fan rarely showed a somewhat dazed expression.
"To be honest... I don't know what will happen this time either," he confessed honestly.
He then planned to go to the place of opportunity with lightning attributes that they had passed through in their previous life but had never actually ventured into to explore.
Following his memories, Ji Mofan finally led Fang Xuan to a desolate place that resembled the Gobi Desert.
Interestingly, while other parts of the Misty Realm were just shrouded in mist and overcast skies, this area was experiencing a light drizzle.
But this place is truly barren, with only bare rocks and rain-soaked sand and gravel as far as the eye can see.
"This place looks a bit eerie." Fang Xian sat on the broom and tried to waddle into the rain.
Then, unexpectedly, a small bolt of lightning suddenly struck down on his head.
Although he dodged in time, he was still affected. Even in such a humid environment, the stray hairs on his head still stood up in a fluffy, upright manner due to the lightning.
Seeing his appearance, which resembled a puppy with its fur standing on end, Ji Mofan couldn't help but laugh without giving him any face.
To be honest, it does look a bit like the little yellow dog he keeps.
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