Half a year later...
Within the Quiet Room of a Class B Cave Mansion on Immortal Mansion Spirit Mountain.
On the slightly disheveled Cloud Bed, Cheng Buzheng, in a state of sage-like clarity, calmly looked at Murong Wanwan nestled in his arms, his face wearing an expression of utter desirelessness.
"Wife, I've already taken care of the miscellaneous matters on the sect's side!"
"Once things are wrapped up here in Immortal Alliance City, it'll be time for me to seek an opportunity for a breakthrough, won't it?"
Upon hearing this.
Murong Wanwan paid no heed to the beauty exposed to the air and hurriedly asked:
"How long will that take?"
"Where are you planning to look for an opportunity?"
"If something urgent happens, how can I contact you?"
Three questions in a row revealed the worry in Murong Wanwan's heart.
Seeing this.
Cheng Buzheng gave a bitter smile and said:
"You certainly have plenty of questions, but you should ask them one at a time!"
Then, in order to reassure his wife, Cheng Buzheng did not keep her in suspense and immediately began laying out his plans.
"As for how long? I don't know either. Perhaps ten years, perhaps fifty years—perhaps even longer!"
"There's no fixed time?"
Murong Wanwan voiced what was in her heart.
Cheng Buzheng sighed softly. As he stroked his wife's smooth, jade-like back, he said with a bitter smile:
"Opportunities? How could they possibly have a fixed schedule!"
"So, I don't know when this journey of becoming mortal will end either."
"If luck is on my side, perhaps a few decades will be enough for me to seize that sliver of opportunity for a breakthrough hidden in the unseen."
"If luck is poor, it may take several centuries!"
"Of course, it's also possible that this method