Twenty days later.
In a valley merely a hundred thousand li from the entrance to the Kunxu Secret Realm.
The valley was shrouded in dense poisonous mist, making it impossible for anyone outside to see the slightest thing within.
At the valley floor, a flying ship hovered several zhang above the ground.
Inside the ship's cabin, Song Wen lay on the bed, his face somewhat weary.
Xuan Li leaned languidly against Song Wen's side, a trace of intoxication showing through the flush on her face.
Neither of them moved or spoke.
After roughly a quarter of an hour, the flush gradually faded from Xuan Li's face, and she slowly rose.
She casually draped herself in a plain white robe and floated over to sit at the nearby wooden table. As she took out a bronze kettle and began brewing spirit tea, she spoke.
"Extreme Yin, it is time for me to leave as well. Once we part this time, who knows when we will meet again?"
Song Wen also rolled out of bed. After putting on his clothes, he walked over and sat opposite Xuan Li.
"Perhaps it will not be many years before we meet again."
"Oh? Why do you say that?"
As Xuan Li spoke, the bronze kettle before her had already begun to boil, sending up billowing steam.
She took out two teacups and filled them both, then handed one to Song Wen. She raised the other to her lips.
"I presume you have long seen that I cultivate the Corpse King Reincarnation Art, the Divine Blood Sect's secret art never passed beyond the sect. Some of the heavenly treasures needed for my daily cultivation are exceedingly difficult to find outside. Only Blood Radiance City of your sect sells them. Perhaps I will need your assistance when