“Hahaha… Fellow Daoist Lonemoon is finally here. I have waited long.” Dong Wu smiled widely and approached Lonemoon with an extremely brotherly enthusiasm. Even others couldn’t help but turn to look too. Among other cultivators who came to send over their disciples, there were some Soul Formation Supremacies too, but Dong Wu had never acted like this before.

　　“I have received your letter a few days ago. Please, come inside!” As he talked, he was dragging Lonemoon towards the audience hall.

　　“No hurry, no hurry.” Lonemoon didn’t move, and his smile grew even wider. “I am only coming over to send disciples of the sect to enter the mystic realm for practice. I can’t neglect the business.”

　　“Yes, yes!” Dong Wu nodded multiple times, as he walked towards the entrance of the mystic realm.

　　He went past the sects that came earlier and stood beside disciples of Divine Heavens Sect. As they waited for the mystic realm, he started chatting with Lonemoon. Nobody knew how Lonemoon swayed him, but when it was time for the sects to pay for entrance to the mystic realm, Honesty Sect gave over not even one spirit stone, and Dong Wu even took out a bag of spirit stones and pressed it into Lonemoon’s hand. Looking at the marking on the bag, it must have contained a good number of rare spirit stones.

　　Lou Hong was completely stunned at the side and didn’t understand what just happened at all. Since when had Supremacy and Divine Heavens Sect’s sect master been on such familiar terms? Why did he have no idea of it? By the way, would he possibly abandon Honesty Sect to join them?

　　He suddenly panicked.

　　“The mystic realm is open!” Someone cried.

　　A white light suddenly flashed on top of the square. The space distorted, and soon a spiral entrance towards the mystic realm was formed. The disciples waiting to enter were all excited.

　　The higher-level cultivators also seized the time to tell their disciples about various precautions for entering the mystic realm.

　　For all the other sects, the masters were telling disciples about things to take note, but here at Honesty Sect…

　　“Master, I have sealed the meals for the following days in the storage bag. You don’t need to worry about being hungry.”

　　“Hmm.”

　　“Master, I have already set a regularly activated dusting array, it will do the cleaning automatically.”

　　“Hmm-hmm.”

　　“Master, I will be away for one month, and the weather is already starting to turn cold. You must remember to wear more clothes.”

　　“Alright, alright, alright.”

　　“Master, don’t lean on the table after you finish eating. You fall asleep too easily, and without me nobody will send you back into the house.”

　　“Oh.”

　　“Master, if you are bored, don’t go out alone. I’ve already told the disciple under the peak about it. You can just shout for him, he will guide you.”

　　“Er…”

　　“And Master…”

　　Lonemoon, “…”

　　Shen Ying, “…”

　　All the disciples: “…”

　　Is there something strange about the approach of their sect?

　　“Uh, by the way, why can’t we enter the mystic realm yet?” Seeing the looks others gave them became ever stranger, Lonemoon couldn’t help but interrupt Chef’s words, feeling that something was exposed.

　　Dong Wu who stood beside him was stunned, and only just realized all disciples of his own sect were standing in place and didn’t set out. Because they were the host, before Divine Heavens Sect moved, the other sects couldn’t bring themselves to enter first.

　　“What’s the matter?” He frowned, couldn’t help but looked towards his own disciples. “Why aren’t you entering?”

　　“Sect master…” A leading disciple at the front of the row replied, his face whitened and he looked slightly embarrassed, “The… the people from Wu Xiang Peak hasn’t come yet.”

　　“Disciples of Junior Brother Wu Xiang?” Dong Wu frowned, and some displeasure showed in his eyes. “Quickly send someone to tell them to hurry.”

　　“There’s no need.” Just after his sentence finished, a familiar voice sounded and a mid-aged cultivator came flying. He was Wu Xiang, the same person who once went to Honesty Sect and ended up being robbed by Lonemoon. “Senior Brother, I’m here.”

　　He still looked proud and arrogant. Three disciples followed him. Among them, the one with the highest level of cultivation was a disciple on his right. He was in mid-stage Foundation Establishment, and the aura on him was a bit unstable. He seemed to have only broken into this level recently. It was also a familiar face- he was Jing Qi, who suddenly disappeared in the sect years ago.

　　His body had grown visibly much taller, and he had an adult-like look. Yet the fat shadow around him was indeed too ugly that it made one ignore, almost completely, the look of the occupied body.

　　Lonemoon held his gaze. It seemed that the method of sending Wu Xiang monthly bills did work. Wu Xiang indeed had some grudge towards this disciple. He once vowed that he would only take this one disciple, but now he already had three.

　　And the karma which originally filled Jing Qi’s body seemed to have lessened significantly.

　　“It’s you!” Wu Xiang saw Lonemoon the moment his feet touched the ground, and he was shocked.

　　“Supremacy Wu Xiang. Long time no see!” Lonemoon smiled in a business-like way.

　　Wu Xiang’s mouth twitched. As if he remembered something, he snorted and did not pay him any more heed. He turned to wave towards the three disciples, “Go!”

　　The three nodded, before they joined the other disciples of Divine Heavens Sect. Yet Jing Qi looked back frequently, and his glance fell upon Yi Qing who stood beside Shen Ying. His expression became even more gloomy, with a hint of viciousness that nobody noticed.

　　Yi Qing! He didn’t expect him to be here as well. Not only was he at Foundation Establishment level just like him, his cultivation seemed to be higher. Why? Why is it he? Both of them had been disciples of Soul Formation Supremacies, but Yi Qing was always one step faster than himself!

　　“Everybody is here. You may enter!” Dong Wu told the disciples. They turned back to make a salute, before flying up on their swords towards the direction of the mystic realm.

　　Seeing that disciples of Divine Heavens Sect had all entered, the group from Honesty Sect naturally came next. Yi Qing’s hands tightened beside his body. He looked again at Shen Ying, “Master, wait for me to return.”

　　With that said, he brought everyone and they flew in on their swords, disappearing behind the door instantly.

　　The other sects followed. Soon, on the originally crowded square, there were only a couple dozens of higher-level cultivators who came to escort their disciples. It seemed somewhat empty.

　　“Junior Brother!” Only now did Dong Wu look at Wu Xiang and say with a disapproving look, “The opening of the mystic realm is a big event of the sect. I hope Junior Brother will make early preparations in the future, and don’t be late like today.”

　　A bit of anger rose in Wu Xiang’s heart, but he couldn’t argue, so he nodded and said, “Yes, Senior Brother!” With that said he gave Lonemoon a look. “I still have matters to tend to on my peak. I’ll not accompany Senior Brother.” And he turned and flew away on his sword.

　　Dong Wu looked at the man flying away, sighed and frowned. He rather disliked this Junior Brother Wu Xiang. Among all masters of peaks in the sect, he had the most eccentric temperament. In the past, he used to refuse taking disciples. Yet a few years ago, he suddenly brought one back, saying that he would be the only disciple. However, two years later, he actually took a liking to two Heavenly Spirit Root disciples who just joined the sect. At first, they were already taken by other peak masters, with only the gift to honor new masters yet to be given. But he forcefully took them over, and it made himself as the sect master troubled for a long while.