The Plenilune Sectâs members left and went down the mountain one after another.
Frostine bowed to thank Serene. She knew that she had used her own bloodline to save her,
eliminating the latent danger in her body. Moreover, she had even acquired the legacy successfully.
âBeing able to survive the bloodline-induced blood sacrifice and successfully activate one tail is
sufficient enough to prove your bloodline is powerful,â Serene said. âUnfortunately, we were persecuted
by villains into this state. Otherwise, would my Plenilune Sect be forced to seal off the mountain pass
because of a Great Golden Immortal Demon? Whatâs done is done. Thereâs no way out either.â
She took out a bead. âThis is Nine Tails tribeâs celestial bead of legacy. If you get a chance someday,
you can make up for whateverâs left of the bloodline. Perhaps you could even evolve the legacy for the
second time. Take this bead!â
âAre you not going to come with us?â
Serene glared at Alex. âHave I been tired of following you guys? Frostine Usoro, you better donât go
with him either. The Great Golden Immortal Demon has targeted him. Youâll simply lose your life if you
go with him! Besides, you will become a burden to him!â
It was certainly not in Sereneâs hopes that Frostine would follow Alex.
She had acquired the legacy, after all. Hence, her last sentence was devastating. As expected,
Frostine hesitated upon hearing it.
In fact, Alex did not want her to follow her either. The Great Golden Immortal Demon would come to kill
him at any time, so it was not the time to be immersed in love. âGranny is right, senior. If you follow me,
you wonât be of help, and I can handle the dangers on my own!â
âThen, senior, letâs part ways here. Weâll meet again when thereâs a chance!â
Alex did not ask Frostine for the storage ring as the Usoro family demise occurred more or less
because of him. The dozen items inside the ring were considered as compensation.
Wham!
Alex blasted the head of one of the Peak Lords with a punch and took the other guy who could open
the treasure vault before instantly turning around to run away madly.
âJunior, you must survive! You must survive!â
Frostine hurriedly chased him from behind with her red-rimmed eyes.
Alex replied, âDonât worry. I have the white lotus with me. She wonât let me die. Take care, senior!â
In the mind palace, the Mystic Maidenâs voice rang. âLittle minion, why do I feel like youâre scolding me
when I hear you calling me white torus?â
Alex jumped in astonishment and almost tripped over the stone under his feet. The white lotus
controlled his life and death.
âHow could that be?â
âOh, the white lotus. Thatâs the holiest Buddhist wonder in the world, regarding it as a pure friend. Even
the white lotus throne is used for the Buddhaâs seat. Also, great writers extolled it with poems and
songs. Sis White Lotus, youâre such a woman to me.â
Alex said that while enduring the goosebumps.
âOh? How did the great writers extol me?â The Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens asked.
Alex was a little perplexed. He clearly talked about extolling the White Lotus, yet she inserted a little of
herself right away. As expected, she was⦠A woman who loved hearing the praises of others!
He racked his brain and found the poem he had learned in language class back then. âThe white lotus
grows out of the mud, yet itâs unsullied. Itâs bathed by clear waves, yet it isnât seductive. Itâs hollow
inside, and itâs straight outside. It neither sprawls nor branches. The farther away it is, the purer is its
fragrance. Upright and elegant, it establishes itself cleanly. It can be viewed at a distance but canât be
toyed with!â
The Mystic Maiden nodded after hearing it. âNot bad. Not bad. It suits my image well. What else?â
Alex almost wanted to vomit, but he could only beat his brains out. âThereâs another one,â he
continued. âA lotus is born filthy, but itâs pure white and unrestrained. Itâs soft yet sturdy, maintaining
integrity despite its low status. How about it?â
The Mystic Maiden was very pleased to hear it. âThis one is barely fine, but that previous stanza
sounds nice. âIt grows out of the mud, yet itâs unsullied. Itâs bathed by clear waves, yet it isnât seductive.â
Not bad. Not bad. I want to meet this great writer.â
ââ¦â
âHeâs long dead. How are you going to meet him?â
Alex took a person to teleport constantly at a breakneck speed. Soon, he rushed to Starborn City.
Then, he returned to Raze City through the teleportation portal. He spent another dayâs time reaching
the Sun Shrine.
To his surprise, the Sun Shrine was quite lively now as they were entertaining guests at a banquet.
Alex even met a few familiar faces.