"Then I must thank Fellow Daoist Wang." Song Wen cupped his hands in salute.
Song Wen paid no heed whatsoever to the "favor" Wang Qiuyue spoke of.
When the time came to repay this "favor," if it was merely a matter of convenience, Song Wen naturally would not refuse. However, if the matter proved troublesome, then let this "favor" remain owed forever.
Song Wen then said to Ye Bing,
"Ye Bing, why have you not yet paid respects to your master?"
"Greetings, Master." Ye Bing bowed and cupped her fists.
Wang Qiuyue nodded.
"Since Extreme Yin has spoken, I naturally cannot refuse. I hope you will cultivate diligently from now on and not disappoint Extreme Yin's and my heartfelt intentions. Furthermore, I already have two disciples under my wing. Once you return to the sect with me, I will introduce you to them..."
The three chatted for a while longer before going their separate ways.
Ye Bing followed Wang Qiuyue to Jade Spirit Palace, while Song Wen returned to Cloud Creek Valley.
Four months later.
Southern Nether Province, Eastern Region.
Above a lake.
A gigantic vortex slowly revolved.
At its center lay deep, boundless darkness, without the faintest trace of light. Along its edges glimmered a pale, cold radiance.
This was the entrance to the Kunxu Secret Realm.
Song Wen stood on an island dozens of li away, gazing at the secret realm entrance from afar.
According to calculations, the time when the secret realm would permit Mahayana cultivators to enter was within these next few days.
To avoid missing the opportunity, he had already been here for over a month.
The island where Song Wen stood was quite small, only a little more than ten li across, yet it held pavilions, towers, shops, and taverns.
This small island