Jiankang, Mount She.
Mind-Stilling Temple was still the same Mind-Stilling Temple. From afar, it looked shabby and rundown; up close, it possessed a towering grandeur.
Only, compared to the past, it had gained a little more human warmth.
Li Shouchang held a longsword and danced with it in the courtyard, while Jiang Shoucheng beside him pinched a brush between his fingers, tirelessly painting upon a sheet of white paper.
Old Daoist Lu Chuan had lit a stove nearby, using true qi as firewood as he slowly brewed tea.
Su Che had charged straight over from the Eastern Sea, descending from the clouds above the mountain gate. With a flip, he landed directly inside the courtyard.
"Junior Brother Su."
Seeing Su Che enter, Jiang Shoucheng set his brush aside and narrowed his eyes as he looked him up and down.
"From the Dingding Pivot to Reverted Elixir attainment, this road has not been easy."
At this moment, Su Che's spirit was whole and his qi abundant. The currents of qi circulating around him had long since transcended the mundane. Jiang Shoucheng was a Yellow Heaven Sect elite who had cultivated to the Void-Treading Realm, so naturally he could see that Su Che had now refined a Reverted Elixir and was no longer comparable to an ordinary man.
"It was mostly just a bit of luck."
Su Che looked at Jiang Shoucheng. "Senior Brother, are you painting?"
"Indeed. Your Senior Brother Jiang is painting me dancing with my sword beneath the moon."
Li Shouchang set the longsword in his hand aside.
He gently stretched his body.
"Dancing with a sword?"
Su Che stepped up before Jiang Shoucheng and examined his painting, while this honest and dependable Senior Brother Jiang wore an utterly tranquil expression.
No matter how he looked at it, this