After Ning Yun briefly described the situation in True Sun Immortal City, Yang Zhengshan had her leave.
Although True Sun Immortal City had seven council members, the ones actually handling affairs there were Foundation Establishment Cultivators and second-grade demonic beasts. Golden Core cultivators would never waste their time on such complicated mundane duties.
As for True Sun Immortal City's situation, Yang Zhengshan did not care much either. So long as no one touched his interests, he could not be bothered with the city's changes.
Yang Zhengshan continued taking Yu Qingyi around the Spirit Source Land at random. One moment they went into the mountains to scatter some seeds, the next they ran to the Deep Sea to look at the ecology of the seabed. The two of them did as they pleased, playing however they wanted.
Time quietly passed for another two months. Yang Zhengshan felt he had played around enough, and it was time to return to the Tianyun Sword Sect for a look.
He was the Grand Elder of the Tianyun Sword Sect, after all. Although he could be a hands-off shopkeeper, he could not keep refusing to show his face forever.
Baiyun Immortal City was still the same as before. It had not grown prosperous, nor had it become any more desolate. It was almost no different from ten years ago.
The Tianyun Sword Sect, however, had changed quite a bit. Ten years ago, the Tianyun Sword Sect still seemed somewhat scattered and disorderly, while the Tianyun Sword Sect now was already neat and well organized.
Yang Zhengshan walked out from his own cave abode, and immediately two disciples came forward to greet him.
"Welcome True Lord out of seclusion!" the two disciples bowed and said.
Yang Zhengshan looked at them. "You are?"
"We are disciples of