The silvery flying shuttle landed at the border of the Kunlun Mountain Range.
After Bu Zishi explained the reason, the two examiners relented and regained their composure, wanting to board the ship.
Zhu Xiushi found this troublesome, but what could she do? With a serious face, she nodded to signal understanding and asked the students to wait a little longer; they were almost at the holy land.
Lu Bei, following D's will, went to the meditation room where Zhu Qilan was to cultivate with her. His sweet words laced with a few insults angered Zhu Qilan.
Learning the reason for the shuttle's stop, Lu Bei secretly snorted. The Human race's monks, who attached importance to face and posed attitudes, were not in their own territory. If they were in Wu Zhou, he would have immediately punched them.
"Cousin, if you're free, how about we have a match?"
