On Celestial Justice Peak, Cultivators moved forward slowly, like a trail of ants.
Wei Xianxing spent over a day finally visiting all the inner sect senior brothers.
"With so many disciples, how long will it take to see them all?"
Bai Mo said as he descended the mountain with him, looking back over his shoulder.
Wei Xianxing was unconcerned.
"It's fine. The other disciples from Celestial Justice Peak will come help once their hands are free."
"More importantly, about your matter, Junior Brother. I asked several senior brothers, and they all said there's no way to make Old Gai spill the beans. The old man has no interest in women or wine..."
Bai Mo had already expected as much.
He had overheard a bit when Wei Xianxing was talking with a few of the senior brothers.
The little old man who read people's fortunes couldn't keep his mouth shut in his younger years and could now barely protect himself.
