"Old thing, you're looking for death!"
The old woman clutched the zombie child tightly, shrieking at the pale youth, her long fangs bared.
The pale youth's expression darkened, and he was about to make a move, but the Sword Box Elder stopped him.
"Don't provoke her."
The pale youth seemed to have a tinge of wariness toward the Sword Box Elder, and with a cold snort, he reined in his aura.
The old crone shed her corpse transformation, returning to a normal old woman, holding the child in her bosom, her expression serene and calm.
The Sword Box Elder looked up at the sky and then said,
"It's getting late, it's time to set out."
He turned his head, looked at the other few people, his expression indifferent, but his tone was solemn as he said,
"We do what we must, mind not the rest."
The elder adjusted the sword box on his back.
The sword box trembled slightly, emitting a bloodthirsty yearning.
"Don't be hasty..."
The elder thought silently to himself.
"Once we find that person, the real storm will come..."
And it would be a terrifying one, a bloody tempest...
...
The four of them gradually departed.
The old crone also took the zombie child away.
In the following days, many Cultivators with gloomy auras, wearing strange attire, and acting unpredictably arrived at South Yue City,
They all came from the Demon Gate, shocked by the human-fueled Taoist Demon, and lamenting its untimely demise.
But they did not enter the city, nor did they kill or eat anyone, nor did they do anything out of the ordinary.
South Yue City had already entered the cycle of cause and effect.
If they got involved, there was a very good chance their secrets could be exposed, putting themselves at risk.
Undercurrents surged in secret.
Yet these dangerous currents all went around South Yue City, flowing into the distance.
The Cultivators of South Yue City, after several twists and turns, also welcomed a long-missed peace...
The Cultivators lived their day-to-day lives.
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In Elder Su's cave.
Shuisheng was sprawled over a small stone table Drawing Formation; Elder Su beside him was nattering on as he taught him:
"Why do you use the brush like this? It's too wasteful of Divine Sense..."
"This Formation Pattern, taught so many times, yet you still don't get it..."
"Ah, don't draw it like that..."
...
Shuisheng paid no heed to him, absorbed in his own Drawing Formation.
If there was something he didn't understand, he would ask, and after receiving an answer, he let Elder Su's remaining chatter enter one ear and out the other, completely ignored.
All of his focus was on the Formation.
Even if he learned slowly, even if his drawing wasn't good, he kept on trying.
If one attempt failed, he would try twice.
If two attempts failed, he would try three times.
As he kept on drawing, slowly, he started to get it...
This was what that little Gentleman had taught him.
Shuisheng remembered it well.
Elder Su continued to grumble on the side but suddenly stopped speaking.
Shuisheng's appearance resembled Shuixian very much, and his present concentrated demeanor was very similar to his own in bygone years...
Elder Su fell silent for a moment, but then his expression became relieved and he smiled contentedly; looking at Shuisheng, his eyes brimmed with tenderness.
"I owe that little Gentleman a huge favor..."
Elder Su mused in his heart.
...