After chatting with Qing Xuan, it was already the latter half of the night.
Aside from the occasional rustling of leaves rubbing together in the wind,
the entire Red Maple Valley was quieter than ever before.
Xu Changqing arranged Qing Xuan and You Lian in the guest rooms.
However, instead of going to the second-floor bedroom to keep Ruo Qunshuang company, he went alone to the sealed cultivation chamber.
Of course, he had not come here to cultivate. His conversation with Qing Xuan had stirred something within him.
After activating all the restrictions, he vanished into thin air.
When his vision returned, he had arrived once more in the Portable Space.
It had been silently expanding all this time, its coverage growing ever wider.
But such changes were difficult to notice, accumulated day by day over time.
The Spirit Fields, Spirit Rice, spirit plants, puppets, and spirit insects—everything here was perfectly normal.
When Xu Changqing arrived at the Water Spirit Palace, he spotted Bai Ye curled up in a corner at a glance. As for the surrounding walls, they were already covered with the character for "right."
Everywhere he looked, they were densely packed.
Four years. He had been trapped here for a full four years.
There was no sun or moon, no changing seasons, and he could not even sense the passage of time.
When he was sleepy, he slept.
When he was hungry, puppets brought him food.
Day after day, every single day was the same.
Watching him, Xu Changqing thought to himself, *If he were pretending, he could not have kept it up for so long. It seems there really is something wrong with him, physically and mentally.
Since I cannot keep him here, I might as well let him go.*
Over the years, through countless interactions,