As for Feng Fei, she returned that very evening, looking utterly relaxed.
Clearly, her visit to Fang Shu and Shi Feng had gone smoothly. The abundant resources Su Shi'er had gifted them left the two overjoyed and deeply moved. They had nearly torn out their hearts and lungs on the spot to swear their loyalty to Su Shi'er.
After returning and seeing two masters who were almost identical yet wore different-colored clothes and possessed different temperaments, Feng Fei merely froze for a moment before returning to normal.
Having followed Su Shi'er for many years, the little girl had long ceased to find his many methods strange.
After smiling and greeting them both, she went to another cave dwelling behind the mountain and began closed-door meditation to regulate her breathing.
That was the residence she had carved out for herself after reaching Foundation Establishment.
White Cloud Mountain stood nearly a thousand zhang tall. Though it was called a mountain, both its footprint and surface area were immense.
Not to mention opening up one cave dwelling—even ten or a hundred would not be difficult.
To the two of them, though they were master and disciple and shared a close relationship, they still each had their own space.
This day.
Inside the secret chamber of the cave dwelling.
Su Shi'er, who had been in closed-door cultivation, suddenly exhaled a dense cloud of white mist. Then he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as sword light.
A powerful aura first radiated from his body, pressing against the formations in the secret chamber until they seemed on the verge of collapse.
A moment later, the aura swiftly withdrew.
Su Shi'er's expression returned to normal, with not the slightest trace of imposing presence leaking from his body. He looked no different from an