Chapter 517 - The Secrets of the Royal Palace

He wouldn’t say this out loud, of course.

His shrieking voice echoed in the wind as well.

“Immortal, you have to do something about it.”

Ada crawled out of the sleeve, and climbed up onto Jing Jiu’s shoulder along his arm.

Having finished the bowl of soup, Jing Jiu got up and left for the study room.

He picked up a ceramic ware and threw it onto the floor, breaking it into pieces.

Soon after, State Duke Lu came to the bedchamber.

Jing Jiu replied, “Make the arrangement. I’ll go to the Royal Palace tonight.”

“Long time no see, Teacher,” she bowed to Gu Qing.

Gu Qing bent his body slightly, saying, “No need for the courtesy, Your Highness.”

He had even heard the rumor that he was the bustard of the Immortal Jing Yang.

How could Jing Yao not feel nervous?

Gu Qing felt contented.

Jing Jiu said to Gu Qing, “Get ready to leave for Green Mountain.”

…

They sat across from each other over a hundred feet apart.

It felt rather comfy to sit on the cool floor in the mid-summer.

“Don’t worry,” said the Emperor. “I’ll live some more years.”

“The more years you live, the more hopes you’ll have,” Jing Jiu said.

“But the egg can’t hatch,” Jing Jiu said.

“It’s his problem if he doesn’t deserve it,” said Jing Jiu.

Having said this, the Emperor threw the jade egg of rosefinch to Jing Jiu.

After catching the egg, Jing Jiu fell silent for a while, and put it away.

This gesture was tantamount to asking Jing Jiu to take care of Jing Yao in the future.

Jing Jiu thought of another matter.

Jing Jiu had probably figured out the Emperor’s intention, feeling a bit displeased.

“Has the position of the sect master been decided?”

“Yes.”

…

He disappeared from the original spot, and entered the deepest part of the crack.

It looked like an earthquake had happened there, with broken pebbles everywhere.

It was a very difficult task, requiring a powerful vision and calculating ability.

Yet, it was rather simple for someone who had often spent his time piling up sand.

Someone had taken a bit of the Old Dragon’s bone marrow.

Apart from using it to boil the soup, what else could it be used for?

He Zhan couldn’t take all the credits after all.

Who would become the next sect master of the Green Mountain Sect?

Along with a gust of autumn wind, Xi Yiyun arrived in a visit to the Zhao Garden.