My heart was weeping tears of blood, but Yan Zhen had already become hopelessly engrossed in it. Though I felt a headache coming on, anything I said at this point would only lead to misunderstandings, so I decided to let the matter cool for now. Instead, I began discussing serious matters with her. After all, she was still very interested in cultivation—especially every move, technique, and method of our sect's most powerful art.
As expected, Yan Zhen was a serious person. She was meticulous and could not tolerate the slightest carelessness. Her dao fortune was indeed excellent, though. After all, those who ran into me either suffered misfortune to the bitter end or soared straight to the heavens. I had known this since I was young.
"That's about it. From now on, Senior Sister Yan, focus on cultivating. And try to keep an eye on the sect's affairs as well. After all, there aren't many people here at present." I smiled.
"Are you still going to call me Senior Sister Yan...? Just call me Zhen'er... Brother Zhao, you're much older than me." Yan Zhen smiled.
My mouth hung open for quite a while before I could close it. Only after Yan Zhen bashfully left with all the supplies did I collapse onto the mat, troubled by the thought that I had no idea what to do in the future.
Fortunately, I probably would not see Yan Zhen for some time. I had to cultivate and break through into the Chaos Transformation Realm myself. Otherwise, the power transmission from the Cloudfall Sword would have gone to waste, not to mention that I had finally consumed quite a few of those marvelous half-finished products.
I just did not know how things were going on Song Ruo's side, or whether she could start