Ten days later.
Xuan Li sat before a wooden table.
Unlike her usual cool and aloof demeanor, her face was tinged with a satisfied flush.
"Extreme Yin, tell me. What serious business do you have?"
Song Wen sat opposite her, though he looked far more weary.
"I wished to inquire about something, Fellow Daoist. Have any secret realms within the sect opened recently? I would like to enter one and broaden my horizons."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiluo, who was likewise flushed and standing beside the wooden table, handed Song Wen a cup of spirit tea.
Song Wen accepted the spirit tea and tipped his head back, draining it in one gulp.
Xuan Li also took a cup of spirit tea from Qiluo, but merely sipped at it.
"No secret realms suitable for Mahayana cultivators have opened recently. However, Kurong seems to have a rather urgent mission. If you are interested, you can go ask him."
Song Wen's eyes brightened slightly.
It was actually Kurong, a peak Mahayana cultivator. Wasn't that perfect!
"Extreme Yin, you already possess the True Dragon Spirit. You only need to cultivate step by step, and your tribulation is in sight. Why do you still wish to venture into some secret realm?" Xuan Li asked, puzzled.
"Didn't I just say so? I merely want to go and see it for myself," Song Wen replied casually.
"Really?" Xuan Li watched Song Wen with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"Of course. Could I possibly have some other motive?" Song Wen hurriedly said with a serious expression.
Xuan Li said nothing more, but the probing look in her eyes grew increasingly intense.
"Xuan Li, Qiluo, please do not spread word of what happened today," Song Wen said solemnly.
"No problem," Xuan Li said.
Qiluo