The Drifter left Tianguang Peak and Green Mountain under the starlight; then she got in the small green curtain sedan.
She and Ping Yongjia had lived in Zhaoge City for more than ten years. It was the Water-Moon Nunnery's turn to guard Jing Jiu at the time. As such, the Chief Nun knew her very well. She put the Drifter on her knees, and they arrived at the East Ocean overnight.
The morning sun had just risen. Yet, the frost on the wild grass throughout the mountain was obviously not natural; a large amount of wild grass was snapped in half. And the collapsed cliffs and the corpses indicated that the battle here the day prior was immensely fierce.
"Chief Nun!" the people of the Water-Moon Nunnery and the Fruit Formation Temple got up in tandem, feeling delighted to see her.
The small green curtain sedan landed at the foot of a cliff. A green light shot out of the curtain and brushed against Tong Yan's body like water to awaken him.