The Direction of Improvement

Before long, the night had passed.

The darkness on the distant horizon was gradually replaced by a wash of blue-gray, which grew brighter with the passage of time.

The thin drifting clouds that had originally lingered around the mountainside had, at some unknown point, become a boundless sea of clouds, with only a few scattered peaks poking their heads above it.

As a thread of morning light broke through the dawn, like molten gold pouring down in a blazing torrent, the entire sea of clouds seemed to burst into flames in an instant.

Mountain summit platform.

Xuan leaned against his stone chair, and a trace of brightness seemed to have stained his pale violet eyes as well.

"You still aren't leaving?" Xu Xing asked.

"I'm not leaving."

One hand rubbed the already empty teacup.

Since he had come, he had never planned to leave.

"I'll at least wait until the result is out. Or if you let your guard down at some point, I can seize the chance to strike."

Xuan had no intention of concealing his motives.

After all, there was no point in doing so.

"..."

After a pause, Xu Xing said no more.

After another glance at the purple sphere of light suspended in the air, he turned his gaze back to the main timeline and quietly awaited the completion of the extraction of extraordinary elements.

Xu Yan Sect.

Morning.

Outer sect disciple residential area.

Above the vast majority of the small courtyards, visible vortices of spiritual energy hung in the air, strands of spiritual energy flowing into the stone statues of the 'Dharma Derivation Hub' and the 'Void Realm Instrument' before the courtyard gates.

And within one of the courtyards unoccupied by any spiritual energy vortex—

Su Jian sat by the bed, bare-chested, his