"Clearly, this immortal said Soybean Swordsmanship!" the Everlasting Immortal huffed. She seemed much more spirited now.
Lu Yang chose to ignore the Everlasting Immortal. He stretched, feeling mentally exhausted after what seemed like a long seclusion. But he had finally created a sword art of his own, and that was worth celebrating.
He just had no idea how much time had passed.
He pushed open the door to his cave abode and saw that the Dragon and Phoenix Ancestors were still playing Gomoku, Yun Mengmeng was still baking little cookies, and Jin Caiwei was still studying the recording orb.
"I must've been in seclusion for a long time... right?"
Nothing outside the cave had changed at all, before and after his seclusion. Lu Yang even wondered if he'd actually gone into seclusion in the first place.
"Forget it. It doesn't matter. I'll go find Old Meng!"
Old Meng had come over to show off in front of him, so now it was his turn to show off.
Lu Yang grabbed a handful of freshly baked cookies and eagerly went to find Old Meng.
The only problem was that the Everlasting Immortal kept murmuring "Soybean Swordsmanship" in his mental space, distracting him a little.
At the entrance to Meng Jingzhou's cave abode, Old Horse stood upright on two legs, holding up a clothes-drying rack and hanging bundles of quality hay across it.
Though it could dry the hay quickly with its true fire, the resulting hay didn't taste as good. It lacked the scent of nature and couldn't compare to the naturally dried hay left out in the sun and moonlight.
"Is Old Meng still in seclusion?" Lu Yang saw that Meng Jingzhou's cave abode was tightly shut. Only Old Horse was outside, standing up to dry hay. From a distance,