Lin Xuan had never been a proud or complacent cultivator. Since Fairy Yang Tong intended to befriend him, Lin Xuan naturally catered to her wishes. After all, for him as well, this was a choice with every benefit and no harm.
After the two spoke for a short while, they soon grew gradually more familiar with each other.
"Cough!"
Fairy Yang Tong suddenly gave a light cough; the injuries inside her body had flared up. She hurriedly drew a deep breath, spiritual light surging all over her body, and only then did she suppress the discomfort coursing through her.
"Are you all right, Fairy?"
"I have made a fool of myself before you, Fellow Daoist. This injury cannot be called fatal, but it also cannot be delayed for too long. I must seek out a spiritual land and properly rest and recuperate, so I can only excuse myself for now." Fairy Yang Tong sighed, a trace of apology appearing on her face.
"Fairy, what are you saying? Healing your wounds is what matters."
Lin Xuan waved a hand. With his eyesight, he naturally understood that the other party's present condition was indeed unfavorable. At the very least, she should not continue delaying.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, great kindness needs no words of thanks. If you have leisure, you may come to Mingxi Pavilion as a guest, and let This Palace fully offer you the hospitality of a host."
"Very well. Though the green mountains do not change and the flowing waters run long, Fairy, until we meet again!"
Lin Xuan also cupped his fist and gave a salute.
Afterward, he saw green light surge all around her. She transformed into a streak of green rainbow and flew toward the horizon; after a few flashes, she had already vanished without a trace.