"Changshou!
If it hadn't been for that Poison Pill from Elder Wan Linjun that you gave me, I truly would never have seen you again!
Sigh!"
At Sky-Breaking Peak, in Jiu Wu's loft at the residence of the Nine Immortals of the Wine Character.
Two and a half months had passed since the Du Xian Sect party that had been attacked returned safely to the mountain gate.
Li Changshou waited until Jiu Wu's injuries had stabilized and the tide of visiting disciples had receded before bringing Ling'e to visit Martial Uncle Jiu Wu.
His master had remained in secluded cultivation throughout and had not been disturbed by this matter.
Over these past two and a half months, Li Changshou had worked day and night, pushing the outer and inner arrays of Lesser Qiong Peak to the very limits of what he could currently achieve. The treasure materials he had accumulated before had been completely exhausted!
Still, he felt a little more at ease living there.
The moment Jiu Jiu led him into Jiu Wu's loft, Li Changshou heard Jiu Wu, seated cross-legged on the bed, utter the lament above...
Li Changshou stepped forward to pay his respects, his expression solemn as he and his junior sister performed a Daoist salute to Jiu Wu.
Ling'e set the medicinal wine she carried aside, then Jiu Jiu pulled her into a side room.
Li Changshou had brewed this medicinal wine specifically for Jiu Wu. It could replenish vital energy, halt depletion, stabilize one's foundation, and strengthen the sinews and bones.
"Sigh," Li Changshou sighed as well, walking to the bedside.
Because Li Changshou had repeatedly instructed Jiu Jiu beforehand, she had not exposed the matter of Li Changshou's "dream."
Even so, Jiu Wu remained profoundly grateful to Li Changshou. That Poison Pill had