Within Thousand Dust Divine Palace on Penglai Mountain.
The purple clay teapot heated itself without flame. Layer upon layer of Spirit Patterns flickered as wisps of spiritual mist drifted out, carrying a refreshing Spirit Fragrance.
"Master, it would actually be better to wait another hundred years or so." Ye Jingcheng refilled Divine Lord Zhengyuan's cup with spirit tea before speaking slowly.
"No more waiting. With you here, nothing can go wrong with the Righteous Path Sect. Besides, with the Ye Family's reputation, even if you cross over in secret, there will be no problems for the next thousand years." Divine Lord Zhengyuan shook his head. He drained the spirit tea in one gulp as though it were Spirit Wine, clearly having already made up his mind.
"This spirit treasure truly is a fine treasure. That Old Daoist Yunsha was actually willing to take it out!" Divine Lord Zhengyuan clicked his tongue in wonder again, changing the subject to the tea.
Seeing this, Ye Jingcheng had originally wanted to say more, but then he remembered that he, too, would eventually have to cross over in secret.
Even the Ye Family could not guarantee a hundred percent success in crossing over. What meaning was there in saying more?
Thus, he merely took out a Longevity Spirit Peach.
Yet Divine Lord Zhengyuan waved his hand and pushed it back.
"This spirit fruit is useless to me now. If I succeed, the Spirit Realm will not lack items that extend one's lifespan. If I fail, then this will simply be wasted." Divine Lord Zhengyuan continued.
As he spoke, he picked up the teapot himself and poured another cup.
"After cultivating for four thousand three hundred and twenty-one years, what is there that I cannot let go of? What is there that I cannot see