"I only have sixteen Pure Yang Swords so far. I still need to collect more ten-thousand-year fire qilin wood and heavenly fire. The burden is heavy, and the road is long." As Shen Luo recalled the requirements for the next two sword formations, much of his excitement faded.
After resting briefly in his cave residence, he rose and went outside, intending to ask Zhou Ming how the search for materials was going.
"Senior Shen, you finally came out! I haven't been able to contact you these past two days. Have you been in secluded cultivation in your private chamber all this time?" A figure hurried over. It was Zhou Ming, his face full of anxiety.
"I've been refining a magic treasure behind closed doors these past two days. Fellow Daoist Zhou, did you come looking for me because you have news of those materials?" Shen Luo set aside his thoughts and went to meet him.
"I've been searching for the materials, but so far I've only found two or three kinds. Please give me a little more time, Senior Shen," Zhou Ming said, looking embarrassed.
"That's fine. Take your time searching, Fellow Daoist Zhou. Is there something else you need?" Shen Luo asked, feeling slightly disappointed.
"Yes. Yesterday, two True Immortal seniors from Mount Putuo arrived at Heavenly Mechanism City. When they heard you were here as well, they immediately came to visit. Unfortunately, you remained behind closed doors. They've already been waiting at the Falling Flower Residence for two days," Zhou Ming said hurriedly, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Fellow Daoists from Mount Putuo? Which two?" Shen Luo asked, taken aback.
"One is Mount Putuo's great guardian deity, and the other is its junior sect master, Nie Caizhu," Zhou Ming said.
"Cai Zhu! Why has she come?" Shen Luo