Chapter: 1438

"What's ironic! The family is bustling at this moment!"

Li Yuen-gwong had no great reputation during his lifetime. Instead, after his death, the number of people coming to pay their respects was overwhelming, which felt somewhat ironic, making Li Xuan-fan's heart uneasy.

He paused, and just as he was about to sit down, he saw a few people rushing in from outside, their footsteps noisy and chaotic, making a racket. One person shouted:

"Master, Master has returned! Master has returned!"

Another person held up his pant leg, seemingly coming from under the rain, shouting:

"Master, the ones from Wuxian Gate have arrived!"

Li Xiujun closed the door, Li Xuanguang temporarily came out to handle mountain affairs, both of whom were students he had personally taken under his wing. They were very loyal but lacked some discipline and were filled with frustration. They first stopped one person and asked:

"Which Master?"

"Sage Patriarch's Master!"

Li Xuanguang suddenly stood up, hurriedly went outside, and indeed saw a group of people standing at the perimeter. The old man "Ah ya!" shouted out in surprise and quickly rushed forward to open the formation.

Li Xiuju waited for a moment outside the formation and saw a woman standing on one side, dressed in a grayish robe, with a resemblance to someone from northern Zhejiang. Her round face had thick eyebrows, her facial arc was precise, and there was a hint of sweetness, but she kept her mouth shut, revealing some sadness.

"It seems this is Wuxian Gate's attire."

He took a glance, and the woman seemed to be paying attention, speaking out: "Friend of the Dao...which faction?"

Li Xiuju's husband and wife didn't like wearing attire from Qingchi, but they were both dressed in robes with celestial patterns, making it clear where they came from. The woman asked this, Li Xiuju cupped his hands to respond: "Qinghuo Li Xiuju..."

"Originally..."

The woman's eyebrows suddenly softened, still saying nothing, Li Xuanguang had already hurried out, staring at Li Xiuju with a blank expression and speaking: "Good!"

"Aged grandfather, it seems you've grown old like this!" said the guest, who was still standing beside him. Li Xuanguang pulled Li Xiuju along and approached the woman in the grayish robe, saying: "Originally, it's your friend Tingyun. Please come into formation..."

Kong Tingyun nodded politely, very respectfully, and then lit the incense according to the rules, performed a bow, and quickly left the hall. Li Xiuju's attendants were waiting outside.

Li Xuan had passed away for many years; it was just a few disciples who were still practicing their cultivation, and they didn't bother with worldly ceremonies. They only took Kong Tingyun with them to leave.

Kong Tingyun was afraid of stirring up people's sorrow and didn't want to talk about the past too much. Instead, she whispered:

"In the midst of Qing Song's heavenly realm, there are six jade boxes missing two, do you know what happened?"

When Li Xuanguang shook his head, Kong Tingyun said:

"According to the intentions of the Purple Hall, each of these jade boxes has its own destiny, and I've heard that some have been taken away. My old master said that all the true immortals were displeased."

Li Xuanguang was about to ask how Long Zhen's harvest had fared, but then thought about this person's awkward position and probably wouldn't get anything anyway. He decided to change the subject and replied:

"These things are divided among the true immortals; there are many monks, but little water, it's inevitable that..." JrNovels.com