Su Yueli nodded. With a flicker of her figure, she headed straight into the deepest reaches of the mountains.
This was the old mountain where she had once cultivated bitterly and practiced her fists alongside her master, Lu Chen.
The ancient cave was deep and secluded, vines hanging down from above.
On the enormous boulder outside the cave, there were even deep fist marks left from when she and her master had sparred here centuries ago.
Now, moss had crept across the stone's surface. Things remained, but people had changed. As the wind passed the cave entrance, it let out a dull, mournful howl.
Su Yueli stood before the boulder, her fingertips gently brushing over those mottled fist marks, her heart filled with countless emotions.
"Buzz—"
Suddenly, a streak of black light spiraled out from the depths of her soul. It transformed into a small Ink Qilin, black as ink from head to toe and emanating a faint primordial aura, circling in midair beside her shoulder.
It was Little Black.
Back then, it had entered her fist blades and become their spirit, its mind connected to Su Yueli's.
Now, it nudged at Su Yueli's neck with its horn, low grumbles rumbling from its throat, its tone brimming with displeasure and grievance.
Su Yueli's mind stirred, and she instantly understood what it meant.
Over these years, she had been constantly rushing about and struggling onward. It had been a long time since she had summoned Little Black, much less slain high-level demonic beasts as she once had and allowed it to feast freely on their Qi and Blood.
And now, this seclusion would last years, perhaps even decades. Naturally, Little Black had been stifled to the breaking point.
"Alright, alright. I did neglect you."
Feeling somewhat guilty, Su Yueli gently stroked