“Time to go.”

Outside the Nanhong seven sects, Ye Jiu casually lowered the Dao token in his hand and looked toward the dark, gloomy water.

A moment later, a tall figure appeared from the Spirit-Peak Sect's treasured site.

“You won't say what it's about or tell me where we're going, and you've already started giving orders. Do you really think you're the Nanyang Sect Master?” Qi Yansheng came up beside him with a dark face.

Ever since they had brought Sect Master Shen back that last time, that Ye fellow had been acting stranger and stranger.

A faint unease stirred in Qi Yansheng's heart. He had a feeling something big was about to happen.

“How would I know where we're going?”

Ye Jiu glanced at him, then looked past the Spirit-Peak Sect Master to the space behind him.

There, a figure in an ink-dark robe stood quietly, arms at his sides.

“His divine ability is good at hiding auras. I thought bringing him along might make things a little safer.” Ye Jiu held down the restlessness in his heart and explained quietly.

“Let's go.”

Shen Yi nodded slightly, and his figure slowly faded into the void.

The reason he hadn't told the Spirit-Peak Sect Master was that he figured the man would never agree to something that sounded this insane. But if Senior Ye could talk him around, so much the better.

At that, Qi Yansheng's already sour face turned darker still. He glared at Ye Jiu, and after a long silence, finally let out a heavy sigh. “So you weren't even planning to bring me at first, were you?”

“You talk too much.”

Ye Jiu stepped onto his streaming-light sword and shot off in the direction Shen Yi had gone.

Qi Yansheng was a little exasperated, but he had no choice except to follow.

In an instant the three figures were gone into the distance, leaving the seven sects without a sound.

Meanwhile, in the Clear-Moon treasured site—

Ji Jingxi stood in the Founding Ancestor's hall with her eyes closed. The fair fingers hidden in her long sleeves had…