"As Jubao Pavilion monks, you and I are unlikely to suffer any harm," He Song reassured.
"Even if someone dares to reach out to us."
"I will surely take my Fellow Daoist with me and flee this place, so as not to let you fall into danger."
"For this matter, I already have a foolproof strategy."
"Fellow Daoist need not worry anymore."
"However,"
"If Fellow Daoist still wishes to feel more at ease, I do have another plan here."
"Many years ago,"
"I met a Master of Treasure Pavilion in the Cloudy Smoke Prefecture of the Netherworld Blade Sect."
"At that time, coincidentally, a Gold Core Cultivator who had reached the Later Stage of Golden Elixir, or even Golden Elixir Great Perfection, set his sights on me."
"Having no other choice, I had to conceal myself and, undetected by this person, leave the Cloudy Smoke Prefecture."
"But as time passed, the fact that I had left the Cloudy Smoke Prefecture also became known to that Master of the Pavilion."
