"So wonderful..."
"Fellow Daoist Chen Shan, it's truly wonderful that you're all right..."
Saintess Qingyi murmured, her eyes reddening again—but this time not from sorrow, but from joy and relief.
Chen Changming looked at her. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "Miss Qingyi, I came this time to tell you that I don't plan to remain in the Clear Mist Sect any longer."
Saintess Qingyi froze, the smile on her face stiffening. "Why? Is it because of those elders...?"
"Not entirely."
Chen Changming shook his head and explained tactfully, "I simply feel that cultivating alone in the mountains is more liberating. The Clear Mist Sect is good, but with so many people and so many watchful eyes, it isn't quite suitable for me."
Saintess Qingyi was silent for a moment before saying softly, "But the spiritual energy in the mountains is relatively thin. It cannot compare to the Clear Mist Sect's underground spiritual vein, where the spiritual energy is rich. If you remain here to cultivate, you'll achieve twice the result with half the effort."
After a pause, she added, "How about changing your identity? I can recommend you to my master and have you join the Clear Mist Sect. As long as you don't appear as 'Chen Shan,' those elders won't make things difficult for you."
Chen Changming shook his head, gently declining. "There's no need."
The spiritual energy anywhere in the Spirit Realm was many times denser than that of Eastern Jin in the Human Realm. At present, he focused primarily on body refinement. The Immortal Furnace Body-Forging Art used spiritual energy to temper the flesh, so it did not demand spiritual energy density as intensely as Dao cultivation did.
Cultivating in the mountains was enough.
Seeing how resolute he was, Saintess Qingyi knew there was