"Bottoms up!"
"Cheers!"
That night, above the Central Area of Duan Yun Desert, three immortal islands floated in a triangular formation over the entrance to the Ancient Battlefield.
Inside the Immortal Palace at the center of Spear God Palace, dozens of Golden Immortal Elders who enjoyed lively gatherings and over a hundred disciples from the Three Immortal Palaces were passing cups around and chatting merrily.
Wang Jixuan had just emerged from the Ancient Battlefield when Feng Zheng brought him here.
He had gone to report the results of the battle to Layman Luoshan and, incidentally, asked several questions about cultivating the secret art of Forging a Supreme Deity.
Teacher Jian Jiu was still in seclusion comprehending the Dao, wholly focused and quite at peace.
Wang Jixuan could clearly sense that Layman Luoshan's attitude toward him had changed somewhat, becoming gentler. Her voice no longer carried that mixed male-and-female effect, though it was still somewhat hoarse and low.
Having received such a tremendous favor from Layman Luoshan this time, Wang Jixuan kept thinking of ways to repay her.
Yet no matter how he changed his phrasing, Layman Luoshan had only one response:
[A dead person asks for nothing.]
To Layman Luoshan, this might have been merely an investment.
But for Daoist Wang, it would not have been an exaggeration to say that it had completely changed his path of cultivation.
And besides... for some reason, he felt strangely unsettled...
Feng Zheng waved a large hand before Wang Jixuan's face, temporarily pulling him out of those thoughts.
"What are you thinking about? Comprehending the Dao again?"
"No." Daoist Wang's smile carried a faint trace of weariness.
Feng Zheng led him to the table where the core disciples were seated.
Seven or eight "young" men and women there rose at once.