"Fellow Daoist Qin, it has been many days. Your grace remains undiminished!"
Xu Yan descended on Mystic Qi, cupping his hands in greeting.
At the sight of Xu Yan, Qin Yiren first revealed a delighted expression, then swiftly restrained it somewhat. As she stepped forward, she said coolly, "Brother Xu, your cultivation has improved again."
When she had last seen him, Xu Yan had only been at the fifth level of pulse opening. Now he was already at the sixth, and the Heavenly Threshold Pass within his spirit veins flickered faintly into view. Clearly, he showed signs of breaking through to the seventh level.
"I have Fellow Daoist Qin's Dragon Breath Pulse-Opening Pill to thank for that." Xu Yan smiled.
A faint smile rested on Qin Yiren's lips as she shook her head. "The Dragon Breath Pill is secondary. Brother Xu possesses exceptional talent and comprehension. Reaching this level of cultivation was not achieved in a single stroke."
After exchanging a few casual pleasantries, the two headed into the Gold and Silver Terrace. Once they passed through the mountain gate archway, the view suddenly opened before them.
Along the way, Qin Yiren glanced sidelong at Xu Yan. She was somewhat displeased in her heart.
It had already been ten days since they emerged from the Immortal Treasury, yet Xu Yan had not used the Gold Whistle Talisman to contact her.
In the end, she had been the one to contact Xu Yan first. Glancing at him from the corner of her eye, she saw that his expression was as calm as ever, as though even Mount Tai collapsing before him would not change his countenance. Qin Yiren felt somewhat relieved, yet also strangely disappointed.
Within the Gold and Silver Terrace, figures thronged everywhere, moving in all directions.
There were many