Slow Progress

In the blink of an eye, more than five months had passed.

Over these past months, word of Yuan Ming's duel with Bai Zhengxiong gradually spread. Quite a few Void Return cultivators from near and far came seeking his acquaintance.

Yuan Ming welcomed all comers, greatly expanding his network and gradually integrating into the circle of Void Return cultivators in the East Pole Sea.

Fairy Yun Luo had also contributed quite a bit throughout this process.

As Yuan Ming's neighbor, she came by to visit almost every so often. From time to time, she even invited him to various trade fairs and discussion gatherings. At first, Yuan Ming had been deeply grateful for her enthusiastic assistance, but as time passed, he could not help developing a headache over it.

As a Word Shaman who had mastered the Art of Stirring Emotions, he was exceptionally sensitive to changes in people's feelings. Whenever he met and spoke with Fairy Yun Luo, the unusual gleam in her eyes and the thoughts written all over her face left Yuan Ming feeling as though thorns pricked his back, uncomfortable all over.

Thus, when Fairy Yun Luo paid him another visit, Yuan Ming took the initiative to lay the matter bare.

"Fellow Daoist Yun Luo, are you from the Suxian Sect of the Central Continent?" Yuan Ming asked.

"Hehe, it is rare for Fellow Daoist Yuan to take an interest in my affairs. That is right, I did indeed come from the Suxian Sect, though I have had little contact with the sect for a long time now," Fairy Yun Luo replied with a light laugh.

"I have heard that the Suxian Sect's cultivation arts require the cooperation of a Dao companion to make great progress. Yet I have always seen you alone, Fellow Daoist. Why