For the past half year, Yun Zui had been cultivating in the Upper Layer. With the nourishment of Mystic Grain and the irrigation of the Upper Layer's clear qi, his cultivation had advanced at an astonishing pace.
Now, he was worried that when he next met people from Origin Xia, they would see through him.
And the longer he cultivated here, the less he wanted to leave.
Cultivators pursued the Dao. These past six months had been a rare period of peaceful cultivation for him in nearly a thousand years, without needing to fear perishing in some battle. Yet as long as Origin Xia remained, it would never allow him to continue cultivating like this. For a time, he hated Origin Xia more bitterly than ever before.
The sound of wind came from outside the hall. A flying bird entered, transforming into a divine attendant who bowed in midair and said, "Venerable Master, news has arrived from the flying vessel outside."
Yun Zui's heart jolted. It has finally come. Counting the days, it was more or less when he had originally expected it.
Upon receiving the news, he did not dare delay. He immediately left the hall and hurried to the ritual platform where Daoist Feng was stationed daily. After stepping forward to pay his respects, he said, "True Person Feng, there should be news from Origin Xia."
Daoist Feng said, "Profound Court has already learned of this. I have sent someone to summon Fellow Daoist Zhu. Please wait a moment."
A short while later, Zhu Wujiang entered from outside. He gave Daoist Feng a formal salute and said, "Greetings, Executive Feng." He then turned and silently bowed to Yun Zui, who returned the gesture. The rites they used at this moment were both Celestial Xia rites.
Daoist Feng said,