"..."
Within the Han Household courtyard in Luochuan City.
For three consecutive days, Su Yueli remained in the courtyard, guiding Han Yu.
To Han Yu, the Eleventh Realm was a chasm stretching across the path of every mortal martial artist.
The martial path above the Tenth Realm had been severed for many years. Even with Su Yueli's guidance and ample resources, fortune and comprehension were especially crucial.
Little Black scampered onto the stone table and stretched out a paw to scratch at Su Yueli's sleeve.
Su Yueli casually gathered it into her arms, and its little head rubbed back and forth against her palm.
Looking at the carefree Little Black in her arms, a rare trace of warmth swept through Su Yueli's cool phoenix eyes.
Over the long river of time, familiar old friends had one by one turned to dust, while only this little fellow had remained by her side.
Whenever the endless solitude of immortality gnawed at her, Little Black's warmth and dependence always gave her a small measure of down-to-earth comfort.
"Little Black, guard the courtyard obediently and wait for me to return," Su Yueli said softly, rubbing its ears.
As if it understood, Little Black gave a low whimper and nudged her palm with its tiny nose.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
At dawn, a thin mist blanketed Luochuan City.
Su Yueli rose, straightened her robes, and prepared to set out for the Great Li Imperial City.
Han Yu and Han Qingling hurried over upon hearing the news, their eyes filled with worry.
"Master... you must be extra careful!" Han Yu bit her lower lip and could not help stepping forward, her voice trembling. "I heard that old devil is exceptionally sinister and cruel. Cultivators from every dynasty are gathering there; the