It took a full ten seconds for his mind to react before he realized what the gentle and intimate woman beside him had said.
Witnessing the brutal death of Lu Luo’s parents?
And even more shocking, they were killed by their own kind?
"Were you unable to save them?"
The youth subconsciously asked, but the beautiful woman calmly replied, "No, I watched them die before my very eyes, and even now, I am protecting the murderer. You might as well say that I am the killer."
Her expression did not change, as casual as eating and drinking, yet her words made Jiang Feng’s skin crawl and his hairs stand on end.
For a moment, he stopped leading the way ahead.
The beautiful woman also stopped in her tracks.
Her long dress shifted slowly as she looked towards Main Peak Town, her eyes filled with wonder. She could vaguely sense a gaze coming from the sky above, watching her. It was from the very top of Immortal Pavilion.
In the Fox Clan, there was not just one disciple who entered the Purple Cloud Palace, there were very few Cultivation Sects in the Central Plains that were willing to coexist with the Demon Race. Most people held a hostile attitude towards the Demon Race.
Purple Cloud Palace was one of the rare sects willing to accept members from the Demon Race, and not merely because of proximity. The fundamental reason was...
Perhaps you still remember, when Jiang Feng first arrived at Shuangfeng City, he stood in front of Purple Cloud Pavilion, staring at the unnamed plaque for a long time. It had only one pattern on it, a cloud with a beast’s head emerging from it.
That very pattern is now also embroidered on Jiang Feng, the sect emblem of Purple Cloud Palace.
From the founding patriarch onward, the Purple Cloud Palace has had ancient bonds with the Demon Race. The founding patriarch was originally a cowherd, wandering the mountains daily with his cow, living together like family.
Even after gaining an opportunity, the patriarch shared everything he obtained with the old cow, fearing that the cow who had accompanied him for so many years would exhaust its lifespan.
The old cow naturally gained Spirit by following its master every day, assisting the master on the path to cultivation, and ultimately transformed from an ordinary beast into the legendary Kui Ox that existed only in ancient times.
The story of this master and servant is still passed down by word of mouth to this day, and the founding patriarch even after establishing the Purple Cloud Immortal Palace, engraved his companion of many years on the sect emblem for all disciples to remember.
It is said that when Purple Cloud Palace was in jeopardy, the Kui Ox burst through the firmament, bellowing towards the heavens, attracting countless Demon Beasts to fight alongside it. These were old friends it had made in the Demon Domain during its years of cultivation, fiercely protecting the sect left by its master and the descendants of its master.
With such a relationship, naturally, there would be no conflicts between them. Even after so many years, Purple Cloud Palace still remembered the past kindness, treating these descendants of their allies with great courtesy.
The gaze cast from above was benevolent, without any hostility, more like an elder seeing a younger relative visiting.
Her nose twitched slightly.
She wouldn’t go into detail about the past in the middle of the street. Surprised, she noticed a faint scent of immortality coming from a teahouse nearby.
That was the scent of ambergris.
To put it plainly, it was a very high-grade fragrance, born from the belly of deep-sea giants, and in this era, it was generally only the powerful and privileged in a country who could afford to have it in their homes.
This may not seem all that rare in Purple Cloud Palace, which belonged to Immortal Sect, but the trouble is...
This was of Demon King caliber.
Yes, it was extracted from the belly of a beast equivalent to a Nascent Soul Stage expert in the Human Clan, whether taken by force or offered willingly, she did not know. But for a teahouse to openly place such an item in its lobby, one can imagine the grandeur of Purple Cloud Immortal Palace.
"Just right, this teahouse looks nice, Young Master, join me for a sit."
The two seated themselves together.
Graceful in posture, legs together, many people were surprised to see Jiang Feng and murmured privately—it was apparent that Jiang Feng often took the girls from Swordmaster Peak out shopping.
But he had no choice, because his senior sister was a woman, so the disciples he accepted were naturally primarily female. It wasn’t that she had any objections to men, but rather the same old reason.
Especially when it comes to living together for extended periods, it’s even more inconvenient. If there were enough people at the Mountain Gate, like Qingxia Peak which was divided into two areas, that would be different.
The issue was there were not many people or houses at Swordmaster Peak in the first place.
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"Crisp in color, free from impurities, as clear and smooth as amber, cheering the heart and lungs, such a tea art is truly rare."
"I once heard that within Purple Cloud Immortal Palace there are many retired elders who have not returned to their homelands but stayed in the palace, doing what they enjoy in the mountains, living out their days peacefully."
"Now it seems the reputation was well-deserved. This tea crafting skill of separating the dross is something even I cannot learn, and these tea leaves are probably not ordinary tea leaves."
Her tone was slightly doubtful, but she immediately affirmed her thoughts.
"Yes, they are Immortal Herbs. However, Sister Xin Yue, you cultivate Demon aura, while we cultivate Spiritual Energy, so you won’t feel it when you drink it. But when I just took a sip, I could feel my strength slowly recovering."
"Impressive, my trip here was worthwhile, it truly broadened my horizons."