After separating from the Southern Xiao Kingdom princess, Darling Qiao asked, mystified, as she walked beside Mo Lian, “Why couldn’t they stop laughing? Was it very funny?”
Mo Lian pulled her small figure into his arms and nodded. “It’s funny.”
However, Darling Qiao was defiant. “I once learned a bow technique that originally exhibited five different types of release mechanisms. Later on, I thoroughly combined them into one! Now when I release arrows with the crossbow, the interval is reduced by at least two-thirds.”
“I even developed a rupturing arrows bow technique on my own! We adjust our cultivation techniques according to the actual situation during training, which in turn leads to deeper comprehension from constant improvement. How is this incorrect?”
“They should not ridicule Xiao Mi,” our dear Qiao Mu remarked with a pout.
“Pfft…” This darling really was going to make Mo Lian die of laughter.
“Darling, she isn’t you!” Mo Lian pressed against her forehead as he laughed uncontrollably. “The things she said about extracting the essence and achieving mastery were complete baloney. She has only trained in one move out of the 18 moves, and it’s to the extent that has yet to reach perfection.”
Qiao Mu was instantly left dumbfounded. “It’s like that?”
Mo Lian nodded while restraining his smile. He then looked at her serious expression and said, “You think everyone is like you, being able to thoroughly comprehend a cultivation technique by themselves and even compress several moves into a single one? This all requires talent and natural endowments! Ordinary mystic cultivators just train according to their cultivation technique. How would they be like you and think so much.”
Even though she didn’t quite fully understand, Qiao Mu still nodded. “So it’s like that.”
“Even then, they shouldn’t laugh at her,” Qiao Mu declared with a pout.
“Fine, fine, fine.” Mo Lian gazed at her with smiling eyes. “Qiaoqiao, let’s find a place to rest up and stay for the night before leaving tomorrow. After all, we still have plenty of time to spare.”
Qiao Mu nodded once again. Suddenly, she heard the poison-tailed butterfly queen, Xiaoxiao, calling for her softly by her ear. “Master, Master.”
“Do you have news already?” Qiao Mu asked attentively.
“No, Master, those two butterflies I dispatched to scout for information, got killed…”
Because she couldn’t enter Paradise Planet right now, she could not talk to Xiaoxiao face-to-face. Speaking of which, they were communicating through their spiritual conscious.
She had instructed Xiaoxiao to send out those two small yellow-spotted butterflies to tail Fan Qiuhe. However, she did not imagine the other party to be so cautious.
“But I know where they died. Does Master need to go check it out?”
“It’s very close?”
“Mhm, it’s right inside an abandoned cabin outside this small base.”
“Okay, let’s go over and take a look right now.”
Mo Lian was gazing at her quietly the entire time. When he saw her look up at him, he smiled at her. “What is it?”
“We’re going somewhere.”
A quarter of an hour later, Qiao Mu and Mo Lian arrived at an abandoned cabin whilst hand in hand.
After pushing open the door to go in, they saw that there was already no one there.
Mo Lian narrowed his eyes. “There’s a remnant presence of a great spiritual cultivator.”
Afterwards, his gaze settled on a black veil used for covering the face.
On the other hand, Qiao Mu gazed quietly at the small smidgens of yellow powder on the ground. The yellow-spotted butterflies had probably gotten pulverized by someone’s palm after being discovered.
“As expected, there is someone backing Fan Qiuhe,” Qiao Mu concluded coldly.
That person might even be a great spiritual cultivator who was so cautious that he wouldn’t even let off tiny butterflies.
As long as he determined their danger, he would exterminate them in the snap of a finger.
The sketch of a middle-aged woman with somber eyes who wrapped herself up behind a black veil was unwittingly outlined before Qiao Mu’s eyes.
