After dinner, Wang Yue was still secretly savoring the taste from earlier. The food at Yun Kaitian's residence had actually all been precious dishes containing faint spiritual qi. They melted into warm currents upon entering his mouth, nourishing his internal organs. Compared to what he normally ate, they were as far apart as heaven and earth. The vast disparity in treatment made him truly understand the difference between the Young Sect Master and a true disciple.
He subconsciously touched his stomach and looked at Yun Kaitian with eyes full of anticipation, even quickening his pace without realizing it.
Yun Kaitian was amused and exasperated by his appearance. Shaking his head, he said, "Look at you, so impatient. The secret realm isn't going anywhere. Let's go."
Wang Yue hurriedly composed himself and stood quietly to one side.
When Yun Kaitian set down his teacup and rose, he glanced at the darkening night beyond the window. "The time is about right. It should be settled by now."
In truth, this was merely going through the motions. With Yun Kaitian's secret order, he could naturally enter.
The two walked out side by side. Night had completely shrouded the sect, and the once-lively mountain paths now stood empty. Even the disciples on night patrol were scarce. In order to cooperate with the Third Prince's purge of the great clans—
—the sect had transferred a great deal of manpower to reinforce the Dragon Transformation Guard. The vicinity of the main peak, once bustling with voices, now carried an unexpected chill of desolation.
Fortunately, the main peak was not far from the secret realm in the back mountain. Before long, dense vital essence rushed toward them on the wind, carrying a refreshing clarity that soothed the heart and spleen, making Wang Yue even more expectant.
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