Shi Min remained in Song Wen's small courtyard for more than two hours. Only when the sky began to darken did she rise.
"Extreme Yin, I should be going."
With that, she headed for the courtyard gate.
"Fellow Daoist Shi." Song Wen's voice came from behind her. "Actually... I truly am skilled at treating injuries to the divine soul."
Shi Min halted and turned back to look at Song Wen, a trace of chill showing in her eyes.
"Extreme Yin, I know you want me to stay, but you should not keep using this matter to deceive me. You ought to know that the thing I care about most right now is the injury to my divine soul."
Song Wen opened his mouth slightly, then finally sighed.
"Fellow Daoist Shi, take care!"
"Extreme Yin, you really were deceiving me."
Shi Min put on her mask, then donned her black cloak before pushing open the courtyard gate and leaving without looking back.
After confirming that Ruan Wu had not lied, Song Wen continued waiting patiently.
Now that the Living Soil was locked away in Radiant Light Hall's treasure vault, Song Wen had no better option but to wait.
Time passed slowly. Nearly every two or three days, Shi Min would send Song Wen a message. Without exception, every message was filled with curses directed at Profound Lord Danyang and her fellow disciples.
Seeing Shi Min's temperament grow increasingly eccentric, Song Wen carefully replied whenever he received her messages. Yet he secretly changed residences and did not tell Shi Min.
He was genuinely worried that one day, Shi Min might suddenly report his scheme for the Living Soil to Profound Lord Danyang.
Although, judging from the current situation, reporting Song Wen would bring Shi Min no benefit whatsoever. But people with twisted