Xu Yin had succeeded in Nascent Soul Formation, and Lin Xuan was just as delighted. With You Province placed in this woman's hands, what was there left to worry about? He therefore instructed Xin'er to pack up their wealth, discard the dross and keep only the essence, and move Baisuan Pavilion to Cloud Province.
After a round of careful instructions, cultivators were naturally different from mortals; there would be no tearful, reluctant farewells.
The immortal path was lonely. Sorrow and joy, partings and reunions—these things, in the eyes of cultivators, had long since been seen through.
Of course, there were exceptions. Yue'er and her disciple could not bear to part, but Zheng Xuan was a filial daughter. Her father had already passed away in meditation, so of course she could not bear to leave her mother alone and forlorn in You Province. Thus, she had no intention of returning to Jiuling Mountain.
While one's parents yet lived, one should not travel far. Lin Xuan naturally approved of such feelings. In any case, Yue'er had only this one precious disciple, so of course he could not mistreat her. Before parting, he gave her quite a few pills and treasures.
Although it was still unclear whether this girl had merged with Ghost Emperor Miaotian's inheritance, there was no need to speak of her aptitude—it was extremely outstanding.
As long as no unlucky mishap occurred, Lin Xuan believed that after several hundred years, Zheng Xuan would definitely succeed in Nascent Soul Formation.
Of course, everyone had their own immortal road. He could not possibly look after her forever.
How far one could walk along this great path still depended, in the end, on one's own effort and opportunities.
After a round of farewells, Lin Xuan and the people of Baisuan Pavilion left You