"Enough, enough. You have decent comprehension, boy, but remember: if you bite off more than you can chew, you'll choke."
Xuanzhenzi waved a hand, a trace of weariness crossing his face. "When you get back, you must carefully ponder these principles. Don't be impatient for quick results."
Li Yunjing nodded respectfully. "This disciple will remember the Patriarch's teachings."
Just then, the entire secret realm began to tremble faintly. Ripples spread through the surrounding space, as though wind had ruffled the surface of a lake.
Xuanzhenzi's expression turned grave. "The secret realm is about to close. Remember: once you leave, you must not tell anyone about what happened here!"
"Understood!"
Li Yunjing didn't dare delay. He bowed again. "This disciple takes his leave!"
Bang!
Before the words had left his mouth, he felt a force pull him away.
The world spun around him. He landed hard on a patch of grass, pain shooting through his whole body.
Looking up, he realized he had returned to the mountain gate of the Divine Firmament Dao Sect.
"I... I'm back?"
Li Yunjing struggled to his feet and looked around in surprise. "It didn't send me to the entrance of the forbidden grounds. A place that repels you like this sends you to a random location?"
Before long, Li Yunjing was standing in the sect's plaza.
He sent messages to one friend after another.
He had been back for half a month. It was time to meet up with his friends.
"Beep, beep, beep..."
Soon, Li Yunjing's "Myriad-Mile Communication Talisman" began ringing nonstop as replies poured in.
They were all people close to him.
"Tonight at Donghua Pavilion. We're drinking until nobody can stand!"
In the end, a thousand words boiled down to that one message, which he sent out.
Night fell, and Donghua Pavilion