Xu Yi finally understood why Qian Feng had sent him to Paiyun Peak first and arranged for Tong Yun to meet him. The point was to help him get past Ancestor Lin.
There was a saying in the mortal world: if you devoted yourself to something for twenty years, you could probably become an expert in that field.
Ancestor Lin had devoted himself to Gantian Terrace for over a thousand years. He was practically its foremost expert. With his help, things would surely go much more smoothly.
Xu Yi took out a Black Origin Bead and gave it to Tong Yun as thanks for his guidance.
Tong Yun was flustered and hurriedly refused, explaining that he was only following Elder Qian's orders and had already received Elder Qian's kindness. He wouldn't dare accept such an undeserved reward.
Xu Yi ignored Tong Yun's protests, pressed the Black Origin Bead into his hand, and flew off without another word.
In Xu Yi's view, Tong Yun's information was worth a Black Origin Bead. That was enough. Having given it to him, Xu Yi felt no lingering obligation.
The further Xu Yi advanced in cultivation, the more he disliked needless complications and the more he avoided entanglements. When his heart was free of burdens, he found peace.
Following the narrow, winding path Tong Yun had pointed out, Xu Yi walked less than two li before spotting a bamboo hut built into an outward-projecting ledge. Flowers and trees grew thickly in front of and behind it. A sign stood outside the door, bearing the words, "I have entered a death-seclusion. I will see no one again." The ink looked fresh.
Xu Yi exclaimed in surprise, "Surely my luck isn't so bad that just as it's my turn, Ancestor Lin goes into seclusion."
After all, Tong