Ten Days, A Choice

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, ten days had passed.

These ten days had been quite pleasant for Xiao Yin.

Although Lingxiao Hall had many affairs to attend to, Liu Erlong oversaw everything, while Niu Gao, Tai Tan, and the others each performed their duties, with Ying Yue coordinating them. As Hall Master, he had instead become rather idle.

Each day, he either sparred with Dugu Yan and Meng Yiran in soul skills, guiding Ye Lingling and Jiang Zhu in their cultivation;

or listened to Xiao Wu chatter on about amusing academy incidents, watching Ling Tong awkwardly yet earnestly learn how to serve others;

or spent time with the Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing sisters, unlocking many new achievements amid their subtle relationship.

He had also set aside two evenings to meet privately with Qian Renxue, who had resumed her identity, in a secluded place outside the city. Drinking beneath the moon had its own unique charm.

The earth-shaking storm he had stirred up in the outside world seemed not to have affected him.

Yet beneath the same sky, the Clear Sky Sect presented an entirely different scene.

Oppression, anxiety, fury.

In a side chamber used for discussions, candle flames flickered, illuminating three aged faces full of exhaustion and worry.

Second Elder Tang Huang, Fourth Elder Tang Lin, and Fifth Elder Tang Miao sat facing one another. The tea before them had long gone cold, yet none had the heart to touch it.

Ten days.

They had exhausted every method they could think of.

They had paid heavily to hire three independent Soul Masters renowned for their healing methods. One of them had even come from a reclusive family skilled in spiritual power.

They had used two thousand-year spirit herbs from the sect's hidden stores, herbs