Yue Guan gave a light cough, then spoke in an unhurried voice:
"Since His Highness the Holy Son has received the letter, he'll likely be here soon. We've come a long way, so we might as well rest here for a while."
As soon as he spoke, Hu Liena and the others fell silent.
Yue Guan paid no mind to the youngsters' thoughts and turned to Salas. "Bishop Salas, sorry for the trouble. Please arrange our accommodations."
"Yes." Salas hurriedly led the way.
Meanwhile, at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well in Sunset Forest.
Qin Yao opened his eyes from meditation. A letter hovered before him, bearing the message Salas had sent.
With a casual wave, he turned the letter into specks of light that faded away.
"Yanzi, Lingling."
At his call, Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling, who had been meditating nearby, immediately rose and came over.
Over half a year of cultivation had brought a considerable change to both of them.
Twenty-year-old Dugu Yan stood ever taller and straighter. Her purple-black outfit accentuated her fair skin, and her long, dark green hair fell loose down her back. A hint of steadiness had replaced the defiant edge in her eyes, lending her the commanding air of a mature woman.
Ye Lingling had also discarded the black veil she once wore. She was still cool and reserved, but a lively confidence—absent before—now shone in her beautiful blue eyes. The increase in her Soul Power had made her already slender figure seem even more light and graceful.
"Your Highness, is something the matter?" Dugu Yan asked.
"The Martial Soul Hall Academy Team has arrived. Hu Liena, the Pope's disciple."
Qin Yao stood and brushed the dust from his clothes.
"They're here for training."
Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling nodded at the