Chen Changming had intended to refuse, but on second thought, Saintess Qingyi meant well, so he did not decline.
He told Saintess Qingyi the approximate location of his cave abode and added, "Be careful. Don't let anyone follow you."
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing." With that, Saintess Qingyi cut off contact.
Very soon.
A streak of azure light came flying from the horizon and descended at the entrance to the mountain ravine.
As the light faded, Saintess Qingyi's figure was revealed.
She wore a pale azure gown, her dark hair cascading like a waterfall. Her features were delicate and lovely, though a trace of travel-weariness lingered between her brows.
Chen Changming was already waiting before the waterfall.
He still wore that plain, unremarkable face and a gray robe, standing with his hands behind his back like an inconspicuous stone.
"Fellow Daoist Chen Shan!" At the sight of him, Saintess Qingyi broke into a delighted smile and hurried over.
"Miss Qingyi." Chen Changming cupped his hands in greeting. "You've had a difficult journey."
"Not at all."
Saintess Qingyi shook her head, took a long jade box from her Storage Ring, and offered it to Chen Changming with both hands. Smiling, she said, "This is a stalk of Mystic Dragon Blood Ginseng I happened to acquire. It has a thousand years of growth and should be of some use to a Body Cultivator in the Void Refinement Realm."
Mystic Dragon Blood Ginseng?
Chen Changming accepted the jade box and gently opened it.
Inside lay a scarlet spirit ginseng in silence.
Its body was about as thick as an adult's thumb and roughly half a foot long. Fine, scale-like patterns covered its surface, resembling dragon scales.
Its roots were densely packed, every strand gleaming crimson as they radiated rich blood-and-vitality energy.