"What are we going to Green Jade Lake for?" Ling Chuxi asked, baffled.
"You'll know when we get there," Lan Xinyu said mysteriously, silently complaining about Ling Chuxi's terrible naming skills. 'Little White, Little Red, Green Jade Lake? You can't just name things by how they look, there should at least be some poetic meaning behind it!' She didn't dare to say it out loud though. If anyone dared to question the great and wise Lord Sect Master of the Golden Pill Sect, their ending would be miserable, so Lan Xinyu and the others were forced to keep their complaints to themselves.
When she ran to the side of Green Jade Lake, Ling Chuxi was stunned to see a big crowd gathered there. What was going on?! They had weapons in their hands, but they were not swords—they were fishing rods, wires, shelves, firewood and other such things! When the crowd realized Ling Chuxi had arrived, their eyes lit up in delight.
"Sect Master, I've been waiting for you for so long!"
