"The sect master's movements are as elusive as a dragon's. I have no idea where she is, and I'm waiting for her myself."
Zhou Xue answered with a calm tone, still gazing into the distance.
Below the precipice lay a boundless expanse of wilderness. At the edge of heaven and earth, brilliant flashes of light flickered from time to time; viewed closer, they turned out to be two cultivators locked in combat, and those dazzling rays were generated by their magical treasures.
Cao Ran followed her gaze, clicking his tongue in wonder as he said, "After witnessing that brat Fang Wang's strength, looking at these so-called geniuses is just underwhelming. You really weren't lying to me—he has only been in the Taiyuan Sect for three years?"
Zhou Xue chuckled softly. "If you doubt it, then just believe what you choose to believe."
Cao Ran let out a cold snort. "You always put on that unfathomable air. Boring, this old man is leaving."
With that, he turned and walked away.
Zhou Xue turned her head to look at him. "Before you go, don't forget our serious business."
Cao Ran waved a hand, then transformed into a billow of black Qi, rapidly soaring toward the horizon.
Zhou Xue turned back around to continue watching the battle.
The half year in the Great Sage's Grotto-Heaven was a trial of torment for most cultivators, each day feeling like a year, but for certain powerful cultivators, they still felt the time was far too short, and they had yet to finish traversing the Great Sage's Grotto-Heaven.
Ever since Cao Ran's departure, no other cultivators came to disturb Fang Wang. Occasionally, fierce beasts passed by, but without needing him to lift a finger, Little Purple took care of them.
Little Purple's demonic Qi grew stronger with