Half a month later.
A sound transmission talisman drifted outside the small courtyard, lingering back and forth.
Ye Xuangan, who had released the talisman, looked somewhat apprehensive.
Beside him, Ye Ningbo said hesitatingly, "Senior Murong has been keeping his doors shut ever since he returned from the Gucheng Trade Fair, or perhaps he is engaging in some important cultivation. Will disturbing him now disrupt his work?"
Ye Xuangan waved his hand. "Short-term cultivation shouldn't be considered all that important, let alone compared to the Primordial Spirit secret technique he has been yearning for all this time."
Ye Ningbo blinked, seemingly accepting this reasoning, yet she harbored some hesitation in her heart.
This was simply because over the past half-month, she had tried to visit Luo Chen multiple times, only to be repelled by the powerful divine thought surrounding the small courtyard.
Acting in such a manner, she simply could not believe that Murong Yuan was not cultivating something crucial.
Yet the time for the Qingsheng Gathering had truly arrived, and there was no room for delay.
She only hoped that senior would realize this fact, sparing them from having to forcefully disturb him.
Suddenly!
That sound transmission talisman vanished before the eyes of the two, plunging into the small courtyard.
A moment later, a figure abruptly appeared before them.
Black hair and blue robes, as gentle as water.
It was precisely Luo Chen!
"Murong..."
Ye Ningbo opened her mouth to speak, but her voice abruptly cut off.
Ye Xuangan beside her was the same, his face revealing an expression of utter astonishment.
This was because Luo Chen's state at this moment was truly somewhat surprising.
Clearly standing before the two, he yet seemed not to belong to this void, as if he might vanish at any moment.
There was even