Her disciples’ luck was no better than hers. Every one of them succumbed to this night soil bucket formation; this brilliant, stupendous group of women in black who would slaughter any god or deity that stood in their way were vanquished thus unspeakably.

Zhang Chengling only set Gao Xiaolian down when he reached their rendezvous point, wheezing for air. Gu Xiang and Cao Weining had been waiting for them; once they saw the two people, they immediately came up to receive them. Zhang Chengling said, “They, they...won’t come chasing, will they?”

Gu Xiang patted her own chest and said, “That’s impossible, as long as she’s a female, she won’t dare to run about in the night with her face covered in shit!”

Cao Weining said excitedly, “A-Xiang’s formation is extraordinary!”

Gu Xiang seemed to be a little embarrassed by his praise, and quickly flapped her hand as she said, “I’m only immediately applying what I just learnt, this is something that Lord Seventh taught me...oh, yes, Lord Seventh also said that if we run into Zhou Xu, we have to send word to them!”

Gao Xiaolian was immensely grateful and thanked them profusely. Gu Xiang, busy with sending a message to Lord Seventh and the Great Shaman, waved it away. After a hectic night, the four of them changed out of the disguises on them, and returned, under Zhang Chengling’s lead, to the inn that Zhou Zishu and the others were staying in to reconvene with those two men.

Gao Xiaolian was very silent on the journey. Although Cao Weining and the rest had their questions, Zhang Chengling would not ask; Cao Weining observed her expression, sensed that she was in a bad mood, and found it rude to pry; Gu Xiang did not care at all. Joyfully, she sprinted towards the inn Zhou Zishu and the rest were staying in, and after Zhang Chengling had pointed the way, she went to Wen Kexing’s door and yelled, “Master! Have you missed m…”

Before she could finish her sentence, the door of the room next to her opened. Wen Kexing glared viciously at her, lowering his voice to whisper, “What are you making a ruckus for? A-Xu has just fallen asleep.”

Gu Xiang froze with her mouth hanging open. She pointed at Wen Kexing and said, “Master, you, you, you…”

Even if he were dead, Zhou Zishu would still have been woken by this holler of hers. Resigned, he rose from bed, draped a robe over his shoulders, and walked out. He nodded at Gu Xiang and Cao Weining first, glared fiercely at Zhang Chengling next, and spotted Gao Xiaolian, who he did not expect to see. Surprised, he bypassed the rest of them to stand in front of her, and asked, “Miss Gao, why are you here?”