Two days later.
Jiuyi Mountain.
Xiangge Villa.
Main hall.
The runes flickered on and off as the formation slowly turned, while laws coiled around the doors and windows, sealing off the interior from the outside.
The furnishings in the hall were complete, refined, and elegant.
The Spirit Incense in a censer had long since burned away, leaving only wisps of lingering fragrance and an enduring aftertaste.
Suddenly, a spatial rift opened above the empty space in the middle of the main hall.
A man and a woman stepped out. The male cultivator wore a green robe and a bamboo crown, with straw sandals on his feet. His aura was clear and pure; one glance revealed him to be a disciple of Jiuyi Mountain. The female cultivator wore her hair in a slanted bun secured with a wooden hairpin, and a blue blouse with a green skirt. Her temperament was gentle and pure, carrying the bearing of a renowned orthodox sect.
After entering the main hall, ripples spread across their bodies like water. In an instant, they revealed their true forms: Pei Ling and Si Hong Miaoli.
Pei Ling glanced around. His Spiritual Sense swept through Xiangge Villa in the blink of an eye, and after confirming that nothing was amiss, he said, "Go and focus on your cultivation."
"If you're short of any resources, you can come to me anytime."
Si Hong Miaoli bowed. "Yes!"
Then she took her leave.
The spacious main hall was immediately left with Pei Ling alone.
He took the seat of honor, sweeping his robe aside as he sat. Looking back on the journey, he nodded slightly. He had now tested the immortal art [Ten Thousand Feet of Red Dust, Fear Me as Heaven]. With the True Immortal Will's help, the risks were minimal.
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