A few hours later.
"Boss! Professor Shen arrived early!"
"Hm?"
Wang Jixuan broke free from meditation and looked at Peony, who had rushed into the cultivation chamber. Somewhat displeased, he scolded her, "You're so flustered. You're such an old spirit already, yet you still can't break this bad habit! Slow down. The sky isn't falling."
"Oh, okay!"
Peony swiftly adjusted herself, straightened the hem of her Maid Outfit, then lifted her chin and chest, clasped her hands before her lower abdomen, and walked forward gracefully like a refined young lady.
"Boss~ Professor Shen has arrived, but she's in rather bad condition. A battle broke out when she first reached the Immortal Realm, and several Golden Immortals were injured."
"Hm?"
Wang Jixuan's eyes widened. "Why didn't you say that sooner?"
"I—"
Peony looked ready to cry. Daoist Wang hurriedly sprang up, his Time Sword Intent trembling faintly. His figure flickered several times before he shot out through the entrance above Second Base.
Peony pursed her lips and muttered a few complaints about Wang Jixuan, then returned to the Spire Command Center to take charge.
She had checked Shen Qionglin's condition immediately. It was nothing serious.
At the center of Duan Yun Desert, within the central Immortal Palace of Sword God Palace Immortal Island.
Wang Jixuan descended from the sky as a streak of light. His feet did not touch the ground as he flew inside and immediately spotted Shen Qionglin in a corner of the hall.
Her condition truly was not very good.
Her petite body was wrapped in dense immortal light. Her face was pale as she slept unconscious, and there was a conspicuous depression in her shoulder.
Physical injuries were nothing much to immortals. The important matter was damage to the Primordial Spirit and soul.
Daoist Wang appeared