Zhao Xiaoyu grinned and said, "Sure why not, looks like you do not need my escorting anymore. Four years from today, we shall meet at Mount Jimo. At the time, you have to help me snatch that position of Daluo Saintess, or else I will go after you in Qing Xuan and let your little disciples know how you abandon this weak little lady here."
Shen Lian's face dropped. Even Ruoxi stole a laugh. This Sister Zhao was so difficult to deal with. Looks like uncle cannot do anything about her either.
Shen Lian waved, "I will be there. Four years from today, Mount Jimo, see you for sure."
Zhao Xiaoyu stared at Shen Lian with her pretty eyes and then disappeared with the clouds while she ascended into heavens. Shen Lian was rather stunned that she left just like that.
Ruoxi said cheerfully, "Uncle, are we going to see your sect now?"