A satisfied look appeared on the Nascent Soul's little face, and it returned from above Lin Xuan's head to his dantian.
Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes, his ten fingers shifting endlessly like someone playing a zither, one hand seal after another taking shape in the air.
They were profound to the extreme, seeming to brim with magic.
The Cultivation Room was utterly silent; only the Azure Phantom Nether Fire churned without cease.
Time flew like an arrow, years flowed like water. It was said that cultivation knew no passage of months or years, and the door of the secret chamber had actually remained closed for two full years.
During this time, it was not as if no cultivators had passed nearby, but the illusion array Lin Xuan had laid down was still quite mysterious. Those below Nascent Soul could not discover the slightest trace of it at all, so no one came to disturb him.
Yue'er had also come to look in a few times, but the little girl was very sensible, and every time she moved with the lightest hands and feet.
On this day, Yue'er slipped in again. Although she could not speak with Young Master, just watching from the side already left Yue'er quite satisfied.
Staying beside Young Master, she felt safe, peaceful, and happy.
At this moment, she was curled up in a corner of the secret chamber like a cat, sleeping with a lazy expression.
Suddenly, the young girl's lashes stirred, as if she had sensed something, and she slowly climbed up from the ground.
Lin Xuan was sitting cross-legged, and the Azure Phantom Nether Fire still hovered above his head. However, unlike two years ago, the color of this fire had deepened to the utmost degree, looking just like a green gemstone.