I felt slightly apologetic. I thought I’d try to be nicer to them later. Then, I began thinking about my husband. Was I mysteriously rescued by them? I asked, “How did you rescue me? Did you find anyone else?”
“Could the young lady have companions?” Situ suddenly became energetic.
“All men,” I replied.
“When we rescued you, you were the only one—just a short distance ahead in the river,” Meng Yu answered.
“I see…” I wondered how the others were doing. “Where is your boat heading?” I needed to get to the treasure hunting conference; I believed they would come find me there!
“We’re going to Qing Mountain for the treasure hunting conference, a rare martial arts event once in a hundred years. I heard they caught some thousand-year-old spirit fox, and its inner core is a supreme treasure.”
“It’s attracted the dark world’s covetousness, with everyone fighting over it, so they decided to settle it through public challenges, with the final winner claiming the treasure,” Hong Junyi remarked, still more interested in fortune-telling.
“Great! I was heading there too! We’re traveling together!” I noticed everyone except me looked excited, while Meng Yu remained expressionless.
[058] Treasure Hunting Conference
Qing Mountain truly deserved its reputation among martial artists; the landscape was beautiful, featuring clear waters, strange rocks, and breathtaking scenery. The journey up the mountain was magnificent, from the tall, graceful pine trees to the uniquely shaped rocks, and the green grass and wildflowers lining the path, all showcasing mountain wilderness charm.
People recognized Meng Yu and kept greeting him, making it difficult for him to break free. Out of courtesy, he couldn’t say much. As the beautiful woman’s figure faded from view, he cupped his hands toward the remaining crowd: “Meng is accompanying a friend and rushing up the mountain, so I’ll take my leave first. Please forgive any rudeness.” The word “forgiveness” had barely escaped his lips when he vanished, leaving behind another legendary tale of the heroic Meng Sect Master among the martial artists.
“Is Xiao Zi at the mountaintop? Where? I can’t see her.”
I pulled Feng Qingyin while shielding my eyes, searching for a purple figure. Unfortunately, those wearing purple either had the wrong color or looked bad in it—clearly not our charming little Zi.
