[It was still early, and the assembly agreed upon in the mountains would not take place until noon.]
[But you first had to make a trip to Little Green Peak.]
[You first went to the Spirit Garden halfway up the mountain to bid Nian Wubei farewell. This journey to the East Sea would make returning difficult for years; you might not be back within one or two years.]
[Your cultivation, at least on the surface, had now reached the Mid-Dao Embryo Stage. Though it was still nothing much, it could at least be considered "steady and gradual progress."]
[In truth, you had cultivated thirteen profound arts. Each time you completed one, you broke through the Dragon Court Realm once and advanced into the Great Dao Golden Core, fifteen times in total.]
[But those were ultimately not your Dao. Thus, you sealed your cultivation thirteen more times, suppressing your realm at the Dragon Court Realm.]
[In but an instant, you unleashed your sword flight and landed before the Spirit Garden gate.]
[The old man in the garden seemed to have known you would come. He had long been standing in the courtyard, turning to look at you with light shining in his eyes.]
[You tilted your head. "Elder Nian, why are you being so serious?"]
[Nian Wubei stared at you for a moment before slowly saying, "Do you know what sort of place the East Sea is? The Heavenly Emperor's Treasury will draw how many powers into contention? Forget Great Dao Golden Cores—even Supreme Grandmasters who suppress the world would be tempted."]
["The East Sea is the ancestral land of the Dragon Clan, while the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury is watched greedily by the Outer Dao, the orthodox path, and the Demon Sect alike."]
[You spread your hands, looking relaxed. "So?"]
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