In the blink of an eye.
More than a month had passed since the Nascent Soul old monsters had come to offer their congratulations...
This day.
White Cloud Sect, Back Mountain Forbidden Area, main hall.
Inside a certain quiet room, Cheng Buzheng, seated cross-legged on a Cloud Bed, slowly opened his eyes.
A streak of golden light flashed through his eyes, like a meteor streaking across the dark night—dazzling and brilliant.
The dim quiet room lit up for an instant, revealing every detail of its ancient furnishings.
The next moment.
The sharp gleam in Cheng Buzheng's eyes faded once more into calmness, like an ancient well whose depths could not be seen, without the slightest ripple.
Then a trace of contemplation surfaced in his deep eyes. His brows furrowed slightly, as though he were weighing something.
"More than a month has passed. Although the various powers outside have continued to fight and conquer one another, with bloody storms sweeping across the entire Cultivation World, no blind-eyed force has come to provoke our sect.
"It seems the intimidation last time truly achieved the desired effect."
He murmured softly, his voice echoing through the quiet room with a hint of satisfaction.
"Otherwise, "the flames of war outside would surely have spread to White Cloud Sect. At that time, a bloody storm would have been unavoidable."
At this thought.
Cheng Buzheng finally set his mind completely at ease. His taut body relaxed slightly as he leaned against the backrest of the Cloud Bed.
"Now that White Cloud Sect has stabilized...
"It is time for me to set out."
His gaze became resolute, as if he had made up his mind.
Then his thoughts shifted, as though he had recalled something.
Cheng Buzheng flipped his hand, and a palm-sized Puppet appeared in it.
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