The changes in the innate thunder pattern filled Chen Lin with excitement. His Natal Flying Sword had finally revealed its true strength.
He still called it the Thunder God Sword. Only after studying it thoroughly did he head toward the city.
With this thunder-patterned sword, his confidence soared. Even against an opponent of a higher rank, he now had the strength to put up a fight.
When he reached the city gate, Chen Lin did not enter immediately. Instead, he circled along the walls on both sides, checking the secret marks he had left for Luo Qinglan.
The marks were still there, but none showed signs of having been touched. His worry deepened.
Given Luo Qinglan's cultivation, she should have arrived long ago if nothing unexpected had happened. Her continued absence suggested that something might have gone wrong.
Of course, he could not rule out the possibility that she was still searching for him near the place where they had been separated.
What worried him most was that the skeletal old man might still be alive. If Luo Qinglan contacted him with a Transmission Talisman and the old man discovered it, he could follow the talisman's signal back to her. That would be disastrous.
After standing there for a while, Chen Lin gathered his emotions and returned to the city.
Worrying would accomplish nothing. All he could do now was wait here. If he went out searching, they would be more likely to miss each other.
He buried his concerns and continued refining medicine and cultivating.
Another three months passed. He finished all the second-rank liquid medicine he had promised Xuan Qingyun, then refined several dozen extra portions and traded them for another Thunder Roar Beast crystal core.
But paper could not wrap up a fire. With Xuan Qingyun deliberately