The three retreated into the riverbed nearby, set up a concealment formation, and rested there.
Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, half a year had gone by.
Nourished by abundant spiritual energy, the two women had regained their former splendor.
Feng Zhongli had restored her once-brawny physique.
Xuan Li, too, had regained her cool and radiant beauty.
"Extreme Yin, we have waited here for half a year already. Do you still intend to keep waiting?" Feng Zhongli asked.
"No more waiting." Song Wen sighed.
Half a year had passed. Perhaps Yuan Rong had long since found another node passage and left the Dragon-Burial Domain; or perhaps he was still hiding somewhere within it.
But Song Wen did not intend to wait so hopelessly any longer.
With a casual gesture, Song Wen took out three storage rings.
"These are the storage rings of Yi Ji, He Ying, and Shi Qingcang. You two also contributed greatly to killing them. How about the three of us divide the treasures inside equally?"
The two women naturally had no objections to Song Wen's proposal.
However, most of the spiritual herbs, spiritual treasures, cultivation techniques, and other valuables carried by Yi Ji's group were fire-attributed and of little use to any of the three.
The only thing that tempted all three of them was the thread of blazing-white fire left behind by Yi Ji.
Yet, after reading through Yi Ji's cultivation notes, Song Wen and the others learned that the blazing-white fire thread was not some rare spiritual treasure born of Heaven and Earth. Rather, it was a wisp of true fire condensed after Yi Ji had cultivated a secret art known as the Thousand-Venom Flowing-Flame Curse to great mastery.
Even if Song Wen and the others obtained the blazing-white fire thread,