Hidden Spirit Sect, on top of the Hundred-Thousand-Li Giant Lake.
Standing on a spirit boat, Ji Muhua reluctantly said to Xu Gang, who was standing mid-air: "Fellow Daoist Xu, this is far enough."
"Having a friend like you, Xu, is my honor."
"In the future, if you have the time, I invite you to be a guest at our Thousand Dao Sect," Ji Muhua said.
"Dao-friend Ji, once things settle down at Hidden Spirit Sect, I will pay a visit to your esteemed sect," said Xu Gang.
"Good, I shall await your arrival at the Thousand Dao Sect."
The spirit boat turned into an escaping light and disappeared into the horizon.
Xu Gang blankly stared at the direction where Ji Muhua had disappeared for a long time.
It wasn't that he was reluctant to part with his good friend, but he was pondering whether to run away from home, as returning would mean challenging the promotion puppet.
And inevitably, that would result in a broken leg, his master had never joked about that before.
