As time slipped by unnoticed during cultivation, Lian Yue and the others still had not returned. However, they had sent Ling Tian a message. Just as Poqiong had guessed, Lian Yue and Hu Yao were having the time of their lives on Sacred Star and would probably stay there a while longer, so he needn't worry.
Ling Tian couldn't help laughing and crying at the same time. He had originally wanted to remind Hu Yao and the others to focus on their cultivation, but then he thought of Lian Yue's girlish nature and how he had been so busy cultivating these past years that he hadn't spent much time with her. In the end, he abandoned the idea.
It's rare for Yue'er to go out and have fun. I'll let her enjoy herself, Ling Tian thought. As for cultivation, she's exceptionally talented—she even cultivates faster than I do—so there's no need to worry too much. Besides, I don't want her participating in this year's Cultivator Assembly.
Through Lu Yuan and the others, Ling Tian had privately learned that the Cultivator Assembly carried a certain degree of danger. It made sense. Though the assembly was meant to be a friendly contest, the Human Race and Demon Race had always been enemies. Once the matches began, neither side would hold back. Injuries and even deaths were commonplace, and Ling Tian naturally didn't want Lian Yue taking part.
Cultivation was dull, even tedious. Fortunately, Ling Tian was steadfast by nature. Xuan Ci and Xuan Ying would occasionally seek him out for a spar, while Lu Yuan and the others would invite him to drink, making the days much easier to bear.
That day, Ling Tian's clone was sparring with Xuan Ci and Xuan Ying again. By now, there was no suspense when Ling