Su Yueli withdrew her hand and offered a word of praise.
Han Yu's grin nearly reached her ears. Her large eyes curved into crescents. "Of course! I've kept your teachings in mind every moment, Master. I haven't dared slack off in the slightest."
The master and disciple returned indoors and sat down. Han Yu bustled about boiling water and making tea for Su Yueli, firing off questions about everything that had happened over the past half month.
Su Yueli took a casual sip of the tea Han Yu had made and briefly told her how she had joined forces with the two Fourteenth Realm sword saints at the Great Zhao Imperial Palace to quell the turmoil in the imperial family.
But she glossed over her pursuit of Motian Xing and her killing of the ancestor of the Primordial Ink Qilin.
After all, battles on that level were still far too remote and terrifying for Han Yu.
"So Great Zhao had Demon Cultivators too... You could kill demons all your life and still never finish them off."
Han Yu waved her fist indignantly.
"Enough. Stop worrying about all the demons under heaven. Focus on your own cultivation."
Su Yueli set down her teacup, her expression turning slightly stern.
She knew that Motian Xing, that Old Devil, was now lying low in the shadows like a venomous snake.
Though she could not find him for the moment, once he caught his breath, he would surely stir up an even greater storm.
Her only path now was to use this time to strengthen herself with everything she had.
Looks like I'll have to see whether I can touch the threshold of the Fifteenth Realm first... Su Yueli calculated silently.
At the Fourteenth Realm Middle Stage, she already had few rivals, but it was