"Me? Since I'm here, I'll visit Senior Han Yue's family, then head to Star Fall Pavilion in the Heavenly Star Mountain Range."
Hearing Xiao Yan's plans, Xiao Yu smiled. "Sounds good. I'll send word to the Dan Tower and ask the elders to look into the Patriarch's whereabouts.
"If they find anything, I'll send word to Star Fall Pavilion."
He knew Xiao Zhan was either with the Hun Clan or in the Soul Hall, but without proof, he could hardly say so.
He planned to travel for a while before passing the news to Xiao Yan.
Xiao Wushuang, meanwhile, paid no mind to how Xiao Yan and Xiao Yu were faring in the Central Plains. He was living comfortably as vice president of Jia Nan Academy.
There was rarely anything for him to do, and when something did come up, he usually dumped it on Su Qian.
He spent his days tinkering with one thing or another: studying pill formulas, refining pills, and even searching the Back Mountain for medicinal ingredients.
With Zi Yan gone, his life was even more carefree. (She had left to travel the Central Plains after reaching Dou Zun.)
Three years after Xiao Yan went to the Central Plains, Xiao Wushuang finally developed a pill for cultivating the soul: the Spirit-Nurturing Pill.
As a Grandmaster Alchemist capable of refining a Ninth-Rank Golden Pill, he refined the Spirit-Nurturing Pill into a high-grade Eighth-Rank Pill. If the ingredients had not been limited, reaching the ninth rank would not have been impossible.
After he swallowed the Spirit-Nurturing Pill, faint, colorless currents flowed into his soul. His soul power grew stronger, and the spiritual substance within it slowly increased.
After roughly three hours, the pill's absorption effect began to fade...
Time passed. Half a year later, an invisible shock