Her voice was gentle, elegant, and serene, like a spring breeze brushing across a lake and stirring faint ripples.
Xu Xing nodded slightly. "You're thoughtful, fellow Daoist."
Among all the fellow Daoists, Yuanjun was the one he'd interacted with most, aside from his senior sister.
"Brother, you're too kind. I've received so much help from you over the years," Yuanjun said softly. "If I didn't come by, I'd seem rather ungrateful."
"Hong Sovereign and the others haven't arrived. Are you implying they're all ungrateful?" Bie Xuening said coolly.
"You should know better than anyone, fellow Daoist. Things aren't as they were before. My brother and the others are holding down the sect and can't leave lightly." Yuanjun still wore a faint smile. "I don't have that restriction, so of course I should come in person."
Bie Xuening stood on the mountain path, while Yuanjun stood at its foot, a white cloth covering her eyes.
The four characters, "Fortune and Misfortune Are Mine," on her banner swayed gently in the breeze.
"Have you still been traveling these past few years, fellow Daoist?" Xu Xing suddenly asked, breaking the somewhat awkward silence.
"Mm." Yuanjun nodded slightly. "I've traveled the continent these past few years. I've certainly gained quite a bit."
"Then allow me to congratulate you on your great progress in cultivation."
"I can't compare with your progress, Brother." Yuanjun paused. "I heard you're quite interested in the Abyss. Though I've only met him once, I witnessed many of the changes he brought to the world."
Because the Dao Yuanjun had mastered was unusual, she'd begun traveling the Central Continent many years ago.
She must have had a clearer picture than anyone of how the world had changed during the time he'd spent in seclusion.
Bie Xuening listened quietly.
She really knew