A gentle voice emanated from the sky, accompanied by a soft melody echoing all around.
"Clouds in the sky reach the mountains, the stone in my heart is higher than the earth!"
Xu Qing was puzzled, the captain was surprised, and as he looked up at the woman in the sky, Wu Jianwu raised his eyebrows and spoke casually.
"Green mountains don't smell the vastness of black paint; the moonlight falls, who knows when?"
"I was impolite; you can call me Yunxia." The middle-aged woman clearly understood Wu Jianwu's poem and replied softly.
This time, it was Wu Jianwu's turn to be stunned.
A gentle breeze blew, causing the green grass on the mountains to sway. The clouds in the sky also seemed to move faster in the wind, rustling the hair of everyone, including stirring Wu Jianwu's heartstrings.
He hadn't expected that there would be someone in this world who could understand his poetry, someone who could appreciate his talents. The sudden appearance of this person took him by surprise.
One had to know that ever since he started imitating the Ancient Sovereign Mystic Nether, everyone he had encountered had misunderstood him, including his own master.
But he had always held firm to his own beliefs, keeping the legacy of the ancient sovereign in his heart. After all these years, he had grown accustomed to the world's mediocrity and being unrecognized.
Until now…
A sharp glint appeared in Wu Jianwu's eyes. He lifted his head and placed his hands behind his back. The wind blew his hair, causing his clothes to flutter.
However, he didn't care about all of this. He looked at the middle-aged woman in the air and spoke in a low voice.
"The mountains and seas of the Nine Provinces are so vast; are they all but a misty bridge on the path of Dao?"
The woman's expression changed as she landed in front of Wu Jianwu.
The sunlight bathed her, giving her simple Daoist robe a colorful appearance, and her somewhat attractive face seemed even more celestial in the light.
She nodded lightly.
"Young Master's guess is correct. I'm the sect master of the southern sect of the Yin Yang Flower Sect."
A strange glint appeared in Wu Jianwu's eyes as he spoke again.
"Yesterday the starry wind arrived in the early morning; unaware of whether the heavenly river fell on dogs and cats?"
The woman smiled.
"I understand." As she spoke, she turned her head and waved her hand. Immediately, a gap spread out in the sect's barrier and it rapidly spread to both sides. There were also three chimes echoing from the top of the mountain.
This kind of etiquette wasn't small.
Xu Qing and the captain were completely stunned. Ning Yan was also dumbfounded and felt lost.
He looked at Wu Jianwu, then at the sect master, and he felt that one of these two individuals must have a serious mental problem.
Ning Yan wasn't the only one who thought so. The three disciples guarding the sect gate were also puzzled. They didn't understand a word of Wu Jianwu's poem but their sect master seemed to have really understood it.
This couldn't help but remind them of the rumors about their sect master. It was said that the sect master worshiped the Ancient Sovereign Mystic Nether the most, and liked talented people. She even recited some poems occasionally.
However, no matter what, the three of them were extremely respectful now. They quickly made way and secretly paid attention to Wu Jianwu.
"Young Master, please!"
The middle-aged woman said softly. She didn't look down on Wu Jianwu at all because of the gap between her and him. In fact, in her eyes, there were too many people with high cultivation levels but very few people in this world had such talent.
Hence, in her eyes, Xu Qing and the captain were just foils.
Wu Jianwu was in high spirits. He held his head high and puffed out his chest as he walked forward. Along the way, Yunxia accompanied him and she spoke politely to him.
The two of them walked in front. After Xu Qing and the captain exchanged glances, they quietly followed behind. Just as Ning Yan was about to follow, Wu Jianwu stopped in his tracks and calmly spoke.
"Half a piece, a piece, two or three pieces, even a short dog has to bow down!"
When Yunxia heard this, she turned to look at Ning Yan.
Ning Yan shuddered. Before he could speak, a barrier instantly formed in front of him, preventing him from entering the sect.
'What? You can even understand this. Impossible!' Ning Yan was dumbfounded. He knew that Wu Jianwu was petty. Although he was angry, he didn't dare to express it. He could only watch helplessly as Xu Qing and the other two left.
Just like that, they entered the Yin Yang Flower Sect. On the way, they saw a large number of tiger-headed butterflies dancing in the air. There were many more of them here than in the wilderness.
From afar, it looked like a colorful fog that lingered between the two mountain peaks.
Xu Qing felt it was a little peculiar. He had seen such butterflies several times on the way but there were too many here. As his gaze landed, his vision suddenly turned a little blurry as overlapping shadows appeared in his surroundings.
Xu Qing stopped in his tracks. However, at the next instant, everything returned to normal.
The captain turned his head and glanced at Xu Qing, his gaze filled with inquiry.
Xu Qing shook his head. He looked normal but intense vigilance rose in his heart. He knew that his body was fine. In that case, the trance and blurriness from before were a little strange.
However, now wasn't the time to say anything. Xu Qing lowered his head and continued to follow. After about fifteen minutes, they were led to the guest quarters of the sect and settled in.
The sect master watched as Wu Jianwu and the other two entered the guest quarters before turning around and leaving.
As she walked in the sect, a large number of butterflies flew over and surrounded her. Two figures also appeared in the void beside her, accompanying her on both sides.
One of the figures spoke in a low voice.
"Sect Master, these people suddenly appeared in Welcome Bull City ten days ago. They didn't come before but went to a spirit pool establishment first. Everything looked normal."
"After that, they left and headed for the Unending Mountain Range, disappearing without a trace."
"The purpose of coming to our sect is unknown."
"As for their identity as disciples, it's true. They came from the Western Sect."
