Chapter 530 - Hotpot and Sword, Dispersed Smoke and Clouds

Jing Jiu washed his face with the sword fire as he headed toward the edge of the cliff.

Jing Jiu shot him a glance.

Jing Jiu lay on the chair.

Jing Jiu didn’t give a response, his eyes closed; it seemed to be an excellent spring day.

Glancing at the sky, Zhuo Rusui sighed in administration in his mind.

“It’s up to you,” said Jing Jiu.

However, this was an event that couldn’t be postponed indefinitely.

Jing Jiu suddenly opened his eyes and claimed, “We eat hotpot today.”

They had eaten hotpot when the Immortal Taiping or Liu Ci became the sect master.

Gu Qing felt startled, wondering what had happened to his Master.

He had no idea that Shenmo Peak was so careless about staying behind closed doors.

The group was stunned to see how he ate.

“The flavor is a little bit too light.”

Zhao Layue tossed a few pieces of green vegetables into the soup.

More meats were found in the pot instantly; the pot was filled up like a hill.

A few pairs of chopsticks were placed on the meat hill.

The group didn’t speak as they watched the pot and waited for the meat to be ready.

After a while, Zhuo Rusui suddenly found that he wasn’t the one who ate the most.

“I’ve underestimated her,” Zhuo Rusui thought to himself.

“I tempered it on the Sword Peak,” Zhao Layue replied expressionlessly.

Zhuo Rusui reflected, “Is it because my sword will is too powerful?”

Cultivation was a serious matter.

So Zhao Layue put down the chopsticks, and began to exchange ideas with him.

But, he hadn’t even had a sword until now.

“Do you have a problem with it?” Gu Qing retorted after shooting a glare at him.

“You can ask me when it’s time,” Zhuo Rusui said with the droopy eyelids.

Having said that, he continued eating the boiled mutton without saying another word.

After he glanced around, Jing Jiu pointed toward a flying sword in the air.

Jing Jiu took the flying sword in his hands and observed it for a while.

It seemed that Ping Yongjia had to wait for a few more years with empty hands.

Still, he still felt more comfortable when being alone.

The clouds lingered around as the smoke dispersed.

However, was it possible for someone like his Big Brother to die noiselessly?

He opened his eyes, and went to Shiyue Peak along with the morning sunlight.