Yan Manyan slowly let out a breath, then said with a smile:
"I really learned a great deal from this exchange—"
At those words,
Ling Wuyuan smiled too. "As long as you're satisfied."
In truth,
he felt he had hardly said much at all.
The reason was simple.
For cultivators,
speech was a relatively slow way to communicate, and it carried relatively little information.
If they truly wanted efficiency,
they had to communicate through mental power or something similar.
Still,
as he had said, what mattered was that she was satisfied.
He had no strong feelings about it either way.
He could treat it as a casual chat.
If nothing else,
he rather liked the atmosphere.
As for the others listening nearby,
Su Qingyue, Pei Yi, and the rest could barely understand what the two had been discussing because of the gap in strength. Even so, they figured listening could do no harm, and paid close attention to the exchange from beginning to end...
Like elementary school students who had wandered into a conference on the world's most advanced technology!!
Confused and bewildered above all else.
But listening quietly.
The very picture of good students.
After Ling Wuyuan successfully advanced to the Heavenly Position Realm,
time continued to pass, day by day.
What surprised him, Yan Manyan, and the others, though, was that Zheng Fanyi—the roaming elite monster they were keeping an eye on—never made a move.
A full month passed without the resistance stirring up any major commotion under Zheng Fanyi's leadership.
As for that,
Ling Wuyuan found it a little puzzling, but did not care much.
He chalked it up to the way high-level cultivators thought about time.
For high-level cultivators, actions and plans were measured in years as a matter of course.
Perhaps Zheng Fanyi intended to