Several days later.
Song Wen and Jade Bone flew side by side out of a valley.
Though Jade Bone's clothes were neat, a trace of languor still lingered amid her cloudlike hair. The flush on her cheeks had yet to fade, and spring waters still rippled in her wandering gaze.
"Xing Chang, after we part this time, don't forget the warmth of these past few days. Remember to visit me often; don't leave me waiting in bitter longing."
"Fellow Daoist possesses the beauty of a celestial maiden and a charm that gnaws to the bone. How could I possibly forget?" Song Wen said with a smile.
Jade Bone shot Song Wen a reproachful glare, then turned and left.
Song Wen watched Jade Bone's retreating figure until she vanished beyond the distant horizon. The smile on his face abruptly disappeared, replaced by utter indifference.
The banquet guest list Jade Bone had shown him swiftly flashed through his mind.
Everyone on the list was a Void Refinement cultivator. Although Song Wen had once gathered intelligence on important figures within the Divine Blood Sect, he did not recognize a single name among them.
"Why was Rong Luan hosting a banquet for a group of Void Refinement cultivators?"
Song Wen found it utterly baffling.
Judging by Rong Luan's actions today, she seemed merely to covet the looks of those male Void Refinement cultivators. Yet Song Wen felt it could not be that simple; Rong Luan surely had another aim.
Thinking of the enmity between himself and Rong Luan in the past, Song Wen felt it necessary to uncover her true purpose.
If he could sabotage Rong Luan's plans, he would surely leave her hopping mad. That would count as settling old scores.
Song Wen dropped from the air and landed back in the valley.