With blinking eyes and a smile on her lips, the girl asked Feng Jiu.
Only then did Feng Jiu scribble the word Feng Jiu on the table.
“Feng Jiu? Your name is very simple, but I’ve never heard of Feng’s surname.” Looking at the elderly man, the girl asked, “Grandfather, have you ever heard of Feng’s surname?”
“The Feng surname is uncommon.” The elderly man looked at Feng Jiu. “Where are you from? What is your destination?”
Feng Jiu scribbled on the table: A wandering loose cultivator.
“A person like you is a loose cultivator? Hmph, weaker than me.” Xie Yutang cast a glance at Feng Jiu and murmured, “What wandering, that’s a homeless man. It’s no surprise you sleep in a small tent by the roadside.”
During the course of question-and-answer exchanges, Feng Jiu, who was seated next to them in the carriage, began to nod off. She sat in the corner of the carriage and fell asleep, with her entire body sideways.
The pair of brother and sister likewise fell asleep as the night grew darker, but only the elderly man opened his eyes, his farsighted and wise gaze landed upon Feng Jiu.
After considerable talk and observation, he concluded that the young man was unremarkable. As he posed no threat to them, he did not pay him any further attention and fell asleep against the carriage.
Feng Jiu closed her eyes and breathed deeply, but she didn’t fall asleep. She was thinking about something. Firstly, she was a stranger in this foreign land. It may not be so simple to locate the heart of the island.
Secondly, she met the Xie family by chance and it appeared that they were travelling to the heart of the island. Instead of searching for it independently, it was preferable to follow them and then find an opportunity to leave.
In particular, the Immortal Ascension Ladder was so mysterious that she wanted to take advantage of this period of time to ask about it and learn about this place called Peng Lai Immortal Island, so she felt that following the Xie family was a good choice.
More importantly, she felt at ease with the Xie family.
The clatter of the carriage’s spirit beasts’ hooves was like a lullaby in the night, and the passengers in the carriage fell asleep to the sound of their hooves.
The night passed, still silent, but as dawn approached, the carriage was unexpectedly struck by something. The carriage abruptly came to a halt and the passengers slid outward due to the carriage’s inertia.
“Ah! What’s the problem?” Xie Shisi exclaimed, steadying herself, and peering out the window.
However, as Feng Jiu raised her eyes to look, she noticed the reflections of a cold glint. She quickly reached out and grabbed her.
“Look out!”
The old man yelled weakly, his heart palpitating, and he couldn’t stop sweating as he saw the scene of the sword drawn from outside the window.
If Feng Jiu hadn’t intervened, his granddaughter’s head might have been chopped off.
Xie Shisi, who had fallen on the carriage seat, became pale. “What is going on? It was as if my body had been imprisoned and I was unable to move.” With trepidation, she patted herself on the chest.
Xie Yutang had also regained his wits. “Listen, it seems that there is a fight outside,” he remarked.
He drew back the curtain and looked out. He noticed the coachman leaning aside on the carriage, and in front of the carriage, a group of people in black were dealing with the Xie Clan’s dark guards who had emerged from the darkness.
