"He's at the Mountain-Moving Sect."

The cool, aloof woman in white slowly put away her Dao token and looked behind her. "I'll take you there first."

All six Nanhong Dao-sons, Lin You among them, had gathered together, and with them were the Cloud River Sect's Dao-son Luo Changchun and several White Jade Capital elders.

Ji Jingxi waved her sleeve lightly, and the whole group vanished from where they stood.

When they reappeared, a towering sky pillar stood before them.

She raised her eyes to it, a little curious.

This time they had split into two groups to seek help. Ji Jingxi knew very well how hard the Dao-sons had worked, and none of them had slacked off. But what the two groups had run into was simply too different.

Zhong Xiu and Dai Jianshu had been turned away wherever they went, and had nearly been ambushed by the West Dragon Palace. In the end, only thanks to Lin You had they managed to bring back help from a single Dao-merging cultivator.

Wei Yuanzhou's side, by contrast, had gone almost too smoothly. The Mountain-Moving Sect had not set any conditions at all, or asked about the Nanhong Seven's situation. It had simply agreed at once to help with everything it had.

Even with Ji Jingxi's serene temperament, it all felt a little unreal to her.

As it happened, young Sect Master Shen was at the Mountain-Moving Sect too, so she could go in and take a look.

With that thought, she let out her aura and lifted her hands slightly, ready to exchange a few courtesies. But gold light flashed on the sky pillar, and a steady-looking middle-aged man stepped out and made a deep, respectful bow.

"Yan Chongzhang, Dao-son of the Mountain-Moving Sect, pays his respects to Senior Ji."

Then Yan Chongzhang explained earnestly, "My master was busy just now. He means Senior Ji no disrespect. He'll be here any moment."

"……" Seeing how respectful he was, Bai Wu rubbed his brow and smiled helplessly, remembering the little misunderstanding when they had first arrived.

Sure enough, all that talk of…