"Such joyous news calls for a celebration!" Han Guxi laughed heartily, clapping his hands.
"Junior Disciple Han is quite right."
Jiang Lishan waved a hand. "However, Chen Qing has only just broken through. His Golden Core has only recently condensed, and his cultivation needs stabilizing most of all. The celebration can be postponed. We can discuss it again once his realm has thoroughly stabilized."
Chen Qing nodded. "The Sect Leader is correct. I have only just broken through; my Golden Core still needs nurturing, and my aura has yet to fully harmonize. I do indeed need some time to consolidate it."
He paused, sweeping his gaze over the people in the air. "Why has Martial Uncle Hua not come?"
The instant those words fell, the atmosphere in the air subtly froze.
The torrential rain still poured down, and lightning occasionally tore across the heavens, illuminating the varied expressions on everyone's faces.
The smile on Han Guxi's face faded somewhat. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Senior Brother Hua... left the sect several days ago. He said he was heading south to visit friends and look for something along the way."
He spoke vaguely, but everyone present understood perfectly well.
Visiting friends in the south?
The Xuantian Supreme Sect lay in the Southern Border of Yan Kingdom.
Looking for something? Other than seeking an opportunity to resolve Chen Qing's Path Corroding Miasma, what else could it be?
Chen Qing fell silent for a moment upon hearing this.
Raindrops struck the invisible barrier around him, scattering into a fine mist.
He gazed toward the pitch-black southern sky, as if he could see through layer upon layer of rain curtains and mountains to that stooped old man's solitary departing figure.
For the sake of his so-called "Path Corroding Miasma," Martial Uncle Hua