Watching Jiu Yan's back disappear, Guan Zheng walked over to Su Yu. He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, until he finally blurted out, "Infant Tongue Incense." He immediately spat and slapped himself across the face.
Then he set about trying to remedy a bad situation before it got worse. "You have to say there are quite a few prolongation methods in this realm. I heard Fairy Zhan say that Brother Jiu Yan injured his Innate Vital Energy because he rashly used divine powers. If there were some kind of method that could make up for the Innate Vital Energy..."
He scratched his nose and failed to think of one.
In major sects, disciples were generally not encouraged to defy the laws of birth, aging sickness, and death in order to forcibly extend their lives. Sword sects like Half-Mountain Island placed the utmost emphasis on sharp-edged vigor and spirit, all the more so.
Su Yu pondered in silence. Standing from Half-Mountain Island's current perspective, the value of a perfumer like Jiu Yan was simply incalculable. Setting aside "value," with his life-span limit fast approaching, this person still remembered their past agreement—such character alone commanded admiration.
Su Yu hoped that she herself, and even her sect, could arrive at a relatively clear stance.
Just as she was lost in thought, a pageboy brought news from outside, "Fairy Su, a letter for you."
Yu Ci stepped out of the Heavenly Script Branch, where a lizard-drawn carriage waited outside.
Inside the carriage, Gu Zhi was rubbing his brow to consider some matters. Seeing him enter, he straightened up, smoothed his features, and smiled. "She gave it to you?"
Yu Ci let out a sound of assent and sat straight down.
Gu Zhi immediately opened the floodgates of conversation. "I was