During that time, Lu Ye was still somewhat unwilling to give up. He went out to investigate the surrounding environment, but discovered that this place was indeed as Nian Yuexian and Ying Wuji had said: everything his eyes could see was all there was in this mystic realm.
The mouth of the valley was not connected to the outside world, either, but to a stretch of chaos. There was no path ahead, and Lu Ye did not dare venture in rashly. He tried tossing a Spirit Stone inside, but it made not the slightest sound. Who knew what would happen if someone barged into it?
This small mystic realm had no sun, moon, or stars, yet it still had day and night. It was truly bizarre.
After resting for the night, when dawn came the next day, Lu Ye and Ying Wuji obediently made their way to the Thatched Cottage.
In front of the Thatched Cottage, Kongkong was already seated there, with two prayer mats before him.
Lu Ye and Ying Wuji bowed, then sat upright and proper, listening to Kongkong's teachings.
He did not ask whether the two had any prior experience in artifact refining. In any case, he started teaching from the very basics. That said, although he looked aged and decrepit, he truly had a knack for teaching. All manner of explanations were profound yet easy to understand, allowing Lu Ye and Ying Wuji to hear everything clearly and distinctly, and they benefited greatly.
This continued for several days in a row.
Only after three days had passed did he begin teaching the two something practical.
In the Nine Provinces, no matter what heterodox art one cultivated, one needed to make use of spirit patterns. Formation Dao had spirit patterns dedicated to Formation Dao, alchemy had alchemical