Leng Xuan pondered for a moment and said: "Master's words, I will bear them in mind. However, before that, I hope that master can help find out the cause of the saint's amnesia." Abbot Huijue nodded and said: "Don't worry, since I agreed
I will do it if I have you." Leng Xuan stood up and said, "Then I'll take my leave first." After saying that, he cupped his hands, turned around and walked out of the cave.
On the way back, Leng Xuan frowned. Through the conversation with Abbot Huijue, he found that it was not easy to bring Ling Xuejiao back. The consequence of doing so would be to become the enemy of cultivators in the world. He
He sighed secretly. The only solution for now is to let Snow Vulture recover her memory first. Otherwise, even if she is brought back to the earthly world, it will be useless.
Back in the cave, Leng Xuan went to visit Ling Tian. After a day or two of training, his injuries had almost recovered, but his spirit was still a little sluggish. As for Ling Xuejiu, in order not to worry him
, so he didn't say it. Coming out of the room, Leng Xuan suddenly heard Luo Shuixi's voice coming from outside the cave. After a while, he saw Luo Shuixi walking in alone. Leng Xuan said in surprise:
"Why are you here?" Luo Shuixi replied calmly: "I was worried about you, so I came here to take a look."
Leng Xuan said with a bitter look on his face: "It seems you know it too." Luo Shuixi nodded and sighed softly: "To be honest, I am also shocked that she will be a saint. Leng Xuan, what are you going to do?
"Leng Xuan shook his head and said: "I don't know what to do. My mind is in chaos right now." Luo Shuixi responded: "I understand your mood. No matter what you want to do, I will support you. But, you
You must be careful, Jiutian Holy Palace is different from other sects, they are giants in the world of cultivation." Leng Xuan smiled lightly, nodded and said: "Don't worry, I won't take risks and do things that are uncertain." Luo Shuixi smiled bitterly:
"If that's the case, then I don't have to worry."
At this moment, in a cave outside Zhonghua Mountain, Zhuo Yun'ao was sitting on a chair, sipping tea, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was thinking about something. At this time, he heard Cheng Feng whispering beside him.
"Young Palace Master, Cao Shaoyi is back." Zhuo Yun'ao opened his eyes and saw Cao Shaoyi walking over. He asked with a smile: "Brother Cao, didn't you go after the colorful fairy lotus? Did you gain anything?"
"Cao Shaoyi waved his hand and said with a dejected look on his face: "Forget it, the seven-color fairy lotus suddenly disappeared out of thin air for some reason, and I couldn't find it after searching for a long time." Zhuo Yun said with an arrogant smile: "Brother Cao, don't be discouraged, maybe
We met again one day." Cao Shaoyi complained with a tone of voice: "Brother Zhuo, if you had known that there was a seven-colored fairy lotus in the Tongtian Cave, why didn't you tell me earlier so that I could prepare early and maybe have a chance to catch it.
"
Zhuo Yun'ao smiled indifferently, with a hint of contempt in his eyes, and then buried his head in silence. Seeing this, Cao Shaoyi couldn't help but ask: "Brother Zhuo, what are you thinking about?" Zhuo Yun'ao raised his lips and said: "The saint was born just now.
Of course I miss her." After a pause, he sighed to himself: "I didn't expect that the saint would be her. Is this the so-called fate?" Cao Shaoyi was startled and asked: "Brother Zhuo knows her?
"Zhuo Yun'ao nodded and said: "Some time ago, we met several times when we were in the secular world. I heard that she used to live in Baiyun City. Brother Cao, wasn't the power you originally established also in Baiyun City?