After returning to the inn room.
Just like last time, Chen Changming deliberately activated the formation. A layer of pale azure light enveloped the entire room, sealing off everything outside.
Then he sat cross-legged on the bed and began to wait quietly.
As he waited, an entire day passed.
"Could this bargain-bin martial uncle of mine be playing with me...?"
When night fell, Chen Changming gazed in a certain direction, turning the matter over in his mind.
Elder Spirit Charm was, after all, a member of the demonic path, and those of the demonic path had never placed much value on keeping their word.
Even among fellow disciples, going back on one's word was commonplace.
Although his martial uncle treated him well, she had ultimately come from the demonic path, and her way of doing things differed vastly from that of righteous cultivators.
Thus, after waiting for a whole day, Chen Changming's patience was beginning to wear thin.
He now suspected that Elder Spirit Charm might not come after all.
After all, from another perspective, he had already obtained thirty Sword Talismans from Chu Qiushui—more than enough to establish himself on the Azure Wave Continent.
Even if his martial uncle did not come, he would be content.
Just as he was about to give up waiting and begin cultivating—
An inexplicable ripple suddenly arose in the void within the room. A mass of black Demonic Qi surged forth without warning, like ink dropped into clear water, rapidly spreading outward.
Amid the churning Demonic Qi, Elder Spirit Charm, clad in black robes, stepped out.
"Martial nephew, you've truly exhausted your martial uncle..."
Elder Spirit Charm took a step forward and plopped down beside Chen Changming, unceremoniously leaning against him.
Chen Changming felt a soft mass against his thigh, along with the