Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
Early that morning, Liu Yunche arrived at the Heart-of-the-Lake Pavilion.
"Yunche, have you made up your mind?" Qinglü, High Cultivator, sat cross-legged on a willow-branch cushion. Her gaze rested on Liu Yunche as she spoke softly.
There was unmistakable resolve in Liu Yunche's voice:
"Don't worry, Master. I've made up my mind."
Qinglü, High Cultivator, nodded slightly and did not try to persuade him further.
As always, she took out a piece of crimson sun tree root to help Liu Yunche cultivate.
In the distance, Wei Tianhui watched with envy, unable to understand.
What kind of talent does Liu Yunche have to make a Spirit Cultivator help him train like this?
Every session consumed a piece of spirit material. More importantly, it drained Qinglü, High Cultivator, of her mental strength.
Wei Tianhui felt a knot in his chest and simply looked away. He bowed to Qinglü, High Cultivator, then withdrew in silence.
Azure Radiance Mountain.
Three elderly men in splendid robes walked together, each bearing an extraordinary air.
Their presence was imposing, and none concealed the crimson blood-qi enveloping him.
One of them, an old man in black, spoke in a weathered, hoarse voice. "Brother Wei, this is the entrance to the East Devil Palace, isn't it?"
Before he had finished speaking, the old man in black saw the enormous pit ahead and swept his gaze around it.
Traces of battles between Blood-Qi Warriors remained throughout the pit.
Wei Zhengxiong stood slightly stooped, stroking his grizzled beard with the fingers of his right hand. A hint of a smile entered his eyes. "This is the place."
He paused, then looked at the old man in black. "You're eager, Brother Mo."
Mo Wujiu gave a smile that did not reach his