"That's not what I mean." A faint smile appeared at the corners of Lin Xuan's lips. "Yue'er, you've misunderstood. I still have some self-awareness. Although in the Ink Moon Tribe, I successfully obtained the ancient spirit pill refined from the Origin Gold Fruit and extracted a Spirit Root of above-average quality, and although I purchased many rare and wondrous herbs in the Witchers' market that can be refined into pills to improve my cultivation, reaching the late stage without several years, or even several decades, of work is impossible. Of course I never planned to stay in the fallen region for that long."
Yue'er nodded, but a trace of hesitation appeared on her face, as if she wanted to speak yet stopped herself.
"Silly girl, what is it? If you have something to say, just say it. Between master and servant, is there really anything that needs to be hidden?"
"No, Young Master." Yue'er's face reddened, and at last she spoke haltingly. "I just don't quite understand. Why must you return to Spirit Herb Mountain? Rather than being swept into the struggle between cultivators and the Yinhun, wouldn't it be better to find a quiet, deserted place to cultivate? Pursuing the Heavenly Dao—isn't that Young Master's greatest wish?"
"That is true, but Master treated me well. If I just left without a sound, I'd still feel somewhat guilty. Besides, Ancestor Tianchen was an outstanding figure of his generation. There are certain things in the sect that I must obtain."
"What?" Yue'er froze, a somewhat curious look appearing on her face.
"The Heaven Dust Pill, naturally. Back then, the reason I was able to succeed in Core Condensation was entirely thanks to that ancient spirit medicine. And it is said that this item also has a decent effect on condensing a