Within a lush green valley of the Taiyi Immortal Sect stood a sprawling estate.
It had both exquisite, dainty pavilions and towers, as well as gardens planted with strange flowers and exotic herbs. Beside the Flower Sea stood an azure stone pavilion.
Chen Xiang'er and Chen Haibin sat in the stone pavilion, sipping tea. Neither spoke.
Chen Xiang'er gazed at the five-colored points of light high in the sky, her brows drawn tight.
"Grandfather, do you think he'll succeed?"
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Xiang'er finally asked.
Chen Haibin took a sip of Spirit Tea and said meaningfully, "Do you hope he succeeds, or do you hope he fails?"
"Both. I don't know what I truly want."
Chen Xiang'er's expression was somewhat complicated. She had loved Wang Mingren and hoped he would succeed, but she also hated Wang Mingren and hoped he would fail.
"This old man doesn't know whether he will fail or succeed either. But the inner demon tribulation is not so easily overcome. Even with the Three-Yuan Spirit Stabilizing Incense, he may not necessarily survive his inner demons. He and Xu Zihua are much alike, except Xu Zihua knows his own limits, while Wang Mingren does not—or rather, he is overly confident. This old man does not think highly of him. He has done far too many immoral things in his life; the difficulty of his Inner Demon Trial will be far greater than that of other cultivators."
Chen Haibin analyzed the matter slowly.
Chen Xiang'er sighed softly and said nothing.
Within a spacious courtyard, Wang Mingren and Chen Xiang'er sat in a stone pavilion drinking tea while a little girl in green robes, her face plump with baby fat, ran about.
"Be careful, Dong'er. Don't fall."
Chen Xiang'er called out with concern. She caught