"I'm finally home."
Lu Xuan stood before the gate of his own courtyard, a thousand emotions welling in his heart.
"Thankfully, there are still kind souls in the Cultivation World who brought me back into the market."
After running into those first three cultivators, he encountered two more groups of cultivators. Every one of them was warmhearted and generous, insisting on giving him the Storage Bags they carried.
Only when he ran into two cultivators for the fourth time were they willing to bring Lu Xuan back to Vast Forest Market.
On the return journey, without the Second Grade Iron Feather Eagle to ride, their speed was much slower. It took Lu Xuan and the others four or five days to reach the market.
With a creak, the gate opened. A familiar aura of Spiritual Power drifted out from the courtyard. Lu Xuan took a deep breath, and peace settled in his heart.
"Daoist Lu, you're finally back."
Not far away, a familiar voice rang out.
Lu Xuan turned his head and looked over. Several zhang away, Wu Wenjing was standing at his doorway, gazing at him through bleary, drunken eyes.
"I heard you went to that new Secret Realm. I was worried I'd lose a drinking friend! It's good you made it back safely."
The old man said with a smile.
"I had no choice. The Wang Family cultivators came forward to invite me, so I had to agree."
Lu Xuan said helplessly.
"A small accident did indeed happen inside the Secret Realm, but fortunately, it was a scare without danger, and I returned smoothly."
"By the way, Daoist Wu, while I was gone, did anyone come by outside my courtyard?"
Wu Wenjing shook his head, clearing it quite a bit, then thought for a while.
"There was a