Sensing that Liu Fuguang's attitude was different, Jin Cuixu asked timidly, "What's wrong? Is there any problem, Brother Fuguang?"
Liu Fuguang came back to his senses, shook his head, smiled and tucked her hair behind her ears: "… It's okay, don't worry, it's okay."
After walking out of the barrier, Liu Fuguang thought for a long time about how to deal with Jin Cuixu.
"If you ask me, I'd better not get involved," Yan Huan said. "If you want to solve this matter, you have to know the whole story first. Although this is time-consuming and laborious, it is a permanent solution."
"What you mean," Liu Fuguang said, "is that we pretend to break up with her first, and then quietly follow her from behind to see what happens to her?"
Yan Huan nodded.
Liu Fuguang sighed: "Although I think the main problem is actually with her master, but this is also OK."
"Did you notice what her cultivation level was the last time you saw her?" Yan Huan asked.
Liu Fuguang's eyebrows showed melancholy: "I knew you didn't want to pay attention. The last time I saw her, she was only in the middle stage of foundation building. This time, she has touched the edge of perfect foundation building. Such a gifted talent, I don't know how many people have been jealous of her, how many people have murderous intentions..."
"Jealousy tastes sour and bitter, but it's addictive," Yan Huan laughed, "Fortunately, we already have a goal, so we don't have to search aimlessly anymore."
Liu Fuguang took care of Jin Cuixu for a few more days. When her injuries recovered, they said goodbye to her on the surface, but in fact they concealed their presence and followed her quietly to see where she would go.
After Jin Cuixu separated from them, he did not delay along the way. He directly summoned his flying sword and flew towards the direction of his master. The two followed behind him.
The mountains below were like waves, and Jiangling, a thousand miles away, passed in an instant. Leading them, Jin Cuixu pressed the flying sword, and between the steep peaks, the clouds and mist, there stood a Taoist temple with flying eaves, green tiles, white walls and jade railings. But there were disciples coming and going, and in front of the Taoist temple, there were three large characters in iron and silver.
—Luoxian Temple.
Liu Fuguang whispered: "It would be fine to call it Qixian Temple, but this name..."
"Let's go in and take a look." Yan Huan said.
The two were about to follow Jin Cuixu into the Taoist temple, but the moment they passed through the gate, it was as if they had touched an illusory mirage, and the huge Taoist temple suddenly disappeared!
All that was left in sight was the rolling sea of clouds and curling mist, the mountain peaks covered with moist moss, and the strong pines gnarled and twisted like iron sculptures.
Liu Fuguang had never seen anything like this before. Speaking of illusions and sleight of hand, he had even seen through Yan Huan's true identity at first sight. What else in the world could be hidden from him? But Luoxian Temple was nowhere to be found. It disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared in the world.
One was extremely kind, the other extremely evil, they circled around in the sky in a daze, not noticing anything unusual. When they retreated back to the general area of the Taoist temple, the entity of Luoxian Temple immediately appeared in the clouds.
Yan Huan was provoked and sneered: "Strange! Luoxian Temple, is it possible that there is really an immortal supporting you? I want to see..."
Liu Fuguang hurriedly grabbed him.
"Have some patience," he scolded. "Jin Cuixu is the anchor point, but she has indeed never discovered us. In this case, can it be considered a law of this world that the Taoist temple does not allow outsiders to enter?"