Three days later.
The autumn wind whispered bleakly, sweeping fallen leaves into a wild dance.
Inside the residence, Qinglü, High Cultivator, brought Liu Yunche to bid Daoist Fire Crane farewell.
"Senior brother, see you at the Provincial Capital."
Daoist Fire Crane nodded slightly and said with a faint smile:
"Safe travels, junior sister."
Daoist Fire Crane watched them calmly, but when his gaze fell on Qinglü, High Cultivator's sleeve, a flicker of pain crossed his eyes.
On this visit, Qinglü, High Cultivator, had taken not only a large chunk of Dragon Softening Grease, but even the precious pills he had just refined from Scarlet Yang Spirit Fruit.
She had also given such an excellent reason that Daoist Fire Crane could find no fault with it.
She would give the pills to Liu Yunche to see whether they could deepen his Spirit Physique's reserves and awaken it sooner.
"Martial nephew, be sure to read and review the pill scripture I gave you regularly. I will test you the next time we meet."
Daoist Fire Crane looked at Liu Yunche, his eyes smiling and his voice gentle.
Liu Yunche replied solemnly, "Thank you, martial uncle. I will study it diligently and never let your painstaking care go to waste."
Daoist Fire Crane nodded slightly.
Le Qingrou folded her arms, stepped forward, and said brightly:
"Senior brother, let's fight again next time. You'd better not lose, or you'll become my junior brother... hehe."
Liu Yunche smiled leisurely. "Don't worry, junior sister. Next time we meet, I'll give you a one-hand handicap."
"Hmph!" Le Qingrou pouted and snorted softly. "We'll see about that."
High in the sky, fierce winds roared.
Qinglü, High Cultivator, flew ahead, carrying Liu Yunche on a great hand of spiritual power toward Verdant Grain County.
Liu Yunche said, "Master,