Spring Lantern City.
Peaceful Medical Hall.
A new group had taken over this place, as though the young cultivators of Spring Lantern City had inherited it. The healer was an orphan named Ning Kunlun, a name Chen Xun had given him.
He was an ordinary spirit beast of the Immortal Realm, without the talent to reach the pinnacle of the Immortal Dao. Even among this group, his aptitude for medicine was utterly unremarkable.
Yet Ning Kunlun was patient and never impatient. Relying only on a spirit beast's keen sensitivity to spiritual herbs and his own diligence, he had mastered the craft.
Chen Xun had never praised him either. He had merely said that, at such a young age, Ning Kunlun was quite capable of enduring loneliness.
Later, Ning Kunlun inherited this medical hall.
Today.
Fourth Duke wandered into the medical hall again, but the moment he saw the calm streets outside, he already understood something.
"Fourth Duke, Teacher left a letter for you." Ning Kunlun's ears twitched. His expression was composed, carrying the air of one mature beyond his years, as he personally handed the letter to Fourth Duke.
"Oh... alright." Fourth Duke was somewhat dazed as he gently accepted the letter.
He slowly made his way toward a chair, his gaze fixed tightly upon the letter, even upon the divine-sense immortal script on its envelope.
"Hehe!"
Fourth Duke did not know what he had seen, but he laughed aloud, causing Ning Kunlun to glance at him.
Suddenly.
Fourth Duke looked at him and smiled. "Kunlun, what aspirations do you have for the future?"
"To travel throughout the Immortal Realm and spread the Medicine Dao across the world."
Ning Kunlun's gaze sharpened. "A healer should travel ten thousand miles. Teacher once said that the world outside is vast—vast beyond imagination."