Blessed Land

They sat knee to knee and talked at length.

He recounted the journey he had taken, the hardships along the way seemingly reduced to laughing matters in his words, yet they still made one's blood boil with awe. Awe at how a once-gifted genius had lain dormant for eight hundred years before soaring into the heavens in a single flight, finally gaining the means to stand firm in the world and attaining no small measure of status.

When he suddenly looked back, a thousand years had already passed beyond the mountain sails.

When they met again, a single "Dao Brother" said it all.

Tu Shan Jun felt sincerely happy for him as well.

He had originally worried that Yun Yan would be unable to break free from the cage of the Heavenly Sun Divine Sect. Now, it seemed he had worried for nothing. With Yun Yan's talent and brilliance, his failure to step into the Nascent Soul realm had merely been a matter of waiting—waiting to enter the underground Dao Palace of Sun City and obtain the inheritance of a great power.

Naturally, this could not have happened without the support of another faction within the Heavenly Sun Divine Sect.

Where there were people, there was the jianghu.

Where there was jianghu, there were factions.

No matter how noble their disguise, factions were still factions.

Sects were, dynasties were, and guilds even more so.

Words always came to an end.

No matter how much they wanted this moment to continue, they could not delay their proper business.

At last, Zi Shaoqing returned to the cave abode.

She saw the burly old man from the molten throne walking over. Smiling, he said, "I'll have your elder brother handle a few matters. Shaoqing, arrange for Third Sister to settle in."

Though Zi