Chapter 21

The giant palm vanished, and a figure appeared before the Human Race. It was Xuanqing, who had rushed over at the critical moment. As it turned out, ever since settling on Liubo Mountain, Xuanqing had rarely stepped outside, keeping to himself and hiding away in his own little corner day in and day out. He had not even attended the lectures of his master, Master Tongtian. Given Xuanqing's current level of cultivation, attending the lectures would have been of little use anyway. He had his own fortuitous encounters, and Master Tongtian's Dao could serve only as a reference. Master Tongtian was well aware of this and therefore did not force Xuanqing to attend. As for making connections with the other disciples of Jiejiao—forget about it! What kind of people were the Jiejiao disciples? They were destined to be the protagonists of the future Investiture of the Gods calamity, three thousand guests of the mortal dust, entangled in endless karma. How could Xuanqing dare to court such disaster? It did not fit his persona as an expert in the art of hiding at all.