As time passed, Bei Qingtang and the others gradually departed.
Only Mu Ji, Xu Changqing, and Qingyao remained in the hall.
Mu Ji, who looked like a Daoist child, sat upright in the seat of honor. The Withered-Prosperity Dao Rhythm around him gradually receded, lending him more of an ordinary elder's gentleness.
Seeing this, Xu Changqing sensed that he had something to say, so he remained where he was.
Sure enough, Mu Ji suddenly raised his hand. Two azure lotus flowers bloomed from thin air. "Changqing, sit down and let's talk."
Xu Changqing pulled Qingyao over to sit down, his tone carrying a trace of respect. "Master, do you have something to discuss?"
As Mu Ji examined him, he asked, "Has merging the Withered-Prosperity Dao Rhythm into your Spiritual Roots caused you any discomfort?"
Xu Changqing blinked. "Not only do I feel no discomfort at all, I actually feel great!"
Mu Ji laughed soundlessly. "You have Water-Wood Dual Spiritual Roots. There should be no problem."
Xu Changqing grinned. "Thank you for your concern, Master."
Qingyao sat beside them, her little hand tightly clutching the wooden-leaf jade pendant.
She obediently listened to their conversation, her eyes full of curiosity.
It seemed that her grandmaster cared especially deeply for her master.
Mu Ji smiled and said with a knowing look, "Qingyao has only just begun cultivating. You will have to put in much effort for her in the future.
"If there is anything you do not understand, you may ask me at any time."
"This disciple understands."
Xu Changqing agreed, then suddenly recalled something. His expression turned slightly solemn. "Master, there is something this disciple forgot.
"Only today did I remember it, and I felt I should report it to you."
Mu Ji was quite curious. "What is it?"
Xu Changqing hurriedly