Shen Qingshan's words caused Li Yuanxiao to lose himself for a moment, gazing into the distance with a thoughtful expression.
He felt as if he had heard these words somewhere before.
Seeing Li Yuanxiao's momentary distraction, Shen Qingshan did not rush him, simply waiting patiently.
Numerous spiritual cranes soared in the sky, emitting crisp cries.
"Senior Brother Shen, decades ago, the people from the Shimo Sect used this very reason to take you away. Now, you intend to use the same reason to take Jiang Li?" Li Yuanxiao then continued in a low voice, a hint of melancholy coloring his tone.
"Yuanxiao... I, I didn't mean it like that..." Shen Qingshan trembled, his face turning pale.
Shen Qingshan's mind drifted back to the events of decades past...
Although the circumstances then had been circuitous, even exceeding everyone's expectations.
Perhaps it was unexpected, but in a way, it was also entirely within reason.
However, many things, once they happen, are irreversible. No one can change them.
Some matters must be accepted, perhaps this is the price of recklessness.
"Senior Brother Shen, I understand. I am well aware of what the Shimo Sect desires. Although my strength has not progressed significantly over the years, in certain matters, your insight might not be as keen as mine..."
"Regarding whether Jiang Li should go to the Shimo Sect, I will have him consider it carefully. However, not now..." Li Yuanxiao's gaze hardened, and he added.
Shen Qingshan looked at Li Yuanxiao, whose temples were now dusted with white hair, yet his expression was resolute. He felt a sense of disorientation. The Li Yuanxiao of the past had also been a peerless prodigy who gained fame at a young age...
Both of them were seeds entrusted with immense hope by the previous sect leader, destined to revitalize the glory of the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect... and now...
Over the years, in his pursuit of greater strength, he had truly lost so much.
The person he once knew so well now felt strangely distant.
Shen Qingshan suddenly felt the spiritual tea in his hand tasted bland. Though the blend was familiar, it no longer held the flavor he desired...
...
Yellow Springs Demonic Sect.
Within the palace on Saintess Peak.
After leaving Moyang Peak, Jiang Li headed for Saintess Peak.
Jiang Li, along with Tang Siqi and the others, had once again engaged in a prolonged battle.
This time, the combat was exceptionally fierce. Jiang Li single-handedly fought against Tang Siqi, Lin Qiuyue, and Qing Hua, holding his own without being at a disadvantage.
On the contrary, Tang Siqi and the others were thoroughly defeated by Jiang Li. Their repeated attempts to surrender were in vain, and they were ultimately suppressed with overwhelming force.
In the pink boudoir.
Qing Hua and Lin Qiuyue were utterly drained of strength and had retired to rest.
Tang Siqi lay disheveled on Jiang Li, her slender, delicate legs clad in black stockings that were now torn to shreds.
Jiang Li held the incomparable Tang Siqi in his arms, feeling a gentle warmth.
"Junior Brother Jiang Li, a few days ago, a princess from the Flood Dragon Clan visited our Yellow Springs Demonic Sect!" Tang Siqi said softly, feeling Jiang Li's presence.
The princess of the Flood Dragon Clan, Jiang Li's eyes narrowed slightly.
He immediately recalled Du Qingrou from the Taiyin Valley—that woman with formidable combat prowess who had unlocked numerous difficult poses.
The taste of that demon princess had indeed been quite delightful.
"Senior Sister, she's a subordinate I recently acquired in Taiyin Valley!" Jiang Li said, looking at the exquisite Tang Siqi before him, a hint of guilt in his voice.