"Many thanks, fellow Daoist."
With a sweep of Huo's sleeve, he and Xiao Fan vanished together.
"If fate brings me across the junior who receives your opportunity, I'll repay you."
His voice echoed through the void, then slowly faded away.
"Let's hope that won't be necessary," Xu Xing sighed.
Huo's gifts were never so easy to accept.
"Let's keep going," Ning Ruo said.
She could sense that this time, Huo had truly left the Spirit Sound Workshop.
The three of them continued on.
Ning Wanzhu continued telling them about Yuan and Qingxu.
"Many years ago, Yuan and I followed our master's guidance and sought out Senior Yuanjun, asking her to help sever the mark Huo had left on Yuan."
"Afterward, at Senior Yuanjun's request, we went to Qingxu to gather Ink Qilin Flowers."
"It was then that Yuan and I discovered that the weakest point in the Great Profound Realm was actually in Qingxu."
Xu Xing's expression didn't change. Back then, Qingxu really had been the weakest point in the Great Profound Realm.
Ning Ruo, however, looked thoughtful.
"Yuan must have decided then that he would leave through Qingxu one day."
"Sure enough, once things had settled down within the Righteous Alliance, he went to Qingxu and established a laboratory called 'Homecoming.'"
Homecoming...
Ning Wanzhu opened her hand. A speck of light rose from her palm and slowly expanded.
It was a strange, golden sphere. Its surface was encircled by nine layers of obscure, profound runes, flickering in and out as they rotated slowly like a ritual instrument.
With every moment, every minute and second, it manifested possibilities as vast as the sea.
A single glance was enough for the enormous influx of information to overwhelm the soul of a Qi Refining cultivator.
At the very center of the layers