In the space of roughly one incense stick, Old Zhang brought Moyu and Dongfang Mingyue to the edge of the cliff.
He stared at the freshly carved marks on the old tree before him and murmured to himself, "He's gone. He didn't leave a thing..."
He looked at the crisscrossing marks on the old tree, momentarily unable to recover his wits.
Moyu thought of the young man who had suddenly vanished, and of the divine flower that bloomed only once every five hundred years, yet was now gone. Her thoughts were in a complete tangle.
Old Zhang glanced at the girl beside him and shook his head.
After a long silence, he repeated what he had said at the bun shop: "I don't know who helped you refine the power of the divine flower, but I should warn you: the medicinal power of the divine flower spirit wine will probably last for more than a decade..."
Dongfang Mingyue was startled.
She looked at Moyu and asked, "Sir, what should we do?"
"It's a good thing, but it's also a troublesome one."
Moyu smiled bitterly. "A chance like this is something Phoenix City cultivators might not encounter even once in their entire lives... For the next ten years, you could just lie at home and still break through to the next realm..."
"The trouble is, with things this way, will you still work so hard at cultivation? If you come across another opportunity, will you still risk your lives to seize it?"
Old Zhang sighed at her words.
He smiled bitterly. "It's like other people need twenty years to travel a road, but you've covered it in three days. What will you do with the road ahead? Will you keep walking?"
"If you don't break through to a higher realm, you