Scowling, Xu Qing reached out and crushed the jade slip. Then he flicked his sleeve, taking Patriarch Diling and the others with him out of the fresco of Mount South Heaven. Once outside in the hall, Patriarch Diling and the others knew their lives had been saved. All of them bowed excitedly in thanks to Xu Qing.0

“I am your humble servant Madam Spiritmoon from the Tianyue Clan in the northern planetary system,” said the female cultivator. “Many thanks for your help, Fellow Daoist. If you ever travel to the north and need any help at all, I’ll be at your call!”0

As for the middle-aged cultivator, he took a deep breath and gravely said, “I am Zhang Shiyi from the School of the Enlightened Spirit in the south. I’ll never forget how you saved my life, Fellow Daoist. No matter where I am, all you need to do is call for help, and I’ll do everything in my power to rise to the occasion!”0

There was no question that they would have died were it not for Xu Qing’s arrival. Their gratitude was sincere and heartfelt.0

Finally came Patriarch Diling, who was extremely excited. “Exalted one, I’m so glad we’ve been reunited.”0

All of a sudden, he remembered something...0