It was because of his battle with the Primordial Sword Demon that Lu Xiaotian had truly accepted Mo Yuyan, and the two had built a good friendship. Mo Yuyan had contributed enormously in that fight. It had also been the most perilous and grueling battle Lu Xiaotian had fought in the Spirit Realm.
Even now, looking back, he couldn't help but sigh. If either of them had made the slightest misstep back then, they would probably have been dead long ago. And yet, the odds of running into each other in the Immortal Realm were pitifully low.
"Yeah, it's been a long time. Let's find somewhere to talk." Remembering the past, Lu Xiaotian smiled. The two moved to a tavern in the town. Wherever one went, people fought for power and profit, all in pursuit of a better life. The Immortal Realm's natives were no different. Its resources were richer, and its inhabitants lived longer. They also enjoyed a more material life.
Lu Xiaotian and Mo Yuyan ordered some fruit wine and immortal fruits at the tavern. They reminisced about their days in the Spirit Realm.
"Oddly enough, the most carefree time was when we were in Yuanling City. Looking back, it seems so far away, and yet so close." Mo Yuyan's bright eyes narrowed slightly, her expression full of nostalgia.
Compared to the Immortal Realm, the Spirit Realm was tiny—no more than a speck of dust in the vast universe. Back then, their Spirit Transformation cultivation in Yuanling City had been less than an ant's compared to what they had now. And yet, looking back, those days seemed especially wonderful.
"Xiao Qiao, Hongyue, and the others miss you terribly. It's a pity they can't sneak across to the Immortal Realm."
"How are they doing now?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"Hongyue's