"Of course, all of that can wait."
Xiao Yan waved a hand, glossing over the matter of exchanging pointers with Yao Lao. After all, given that man's talent, if he had suffered only minor injuries and continued cultivating all these years, he would at least have reached the same realm as the Pill Tower's Three Giants-the peak of an eighth-tier Alchemist, perhaps even a half-step into the ninth grade.
If he actually went knocking on his door to challenge him, he would probably end up getting beaten instead.
"For now, take this jade bottle back and give it to Venerable Yao as a token of my sincerity. Once I've dealt with the Wind Lightning Pavilion, I'll visit him to seek his guidance."
"..."
Mu Qingluan scratched her head, carefully accepted the jade bottle, plugged it tightly, and nodded solemnly.
The Northern Region was a considerable distance from the Starfall Pavilion's headquarters in the Southern Region. Even traveling through Time-Space Wormholes, the journey would take a month or two. A long journey meant more opportunities for things to go wrong, especially... with someone like this in tow.
According to the pavilion master's and Venerable Feng's investigation, Han Feng alone should not have been capable of injuring the pavilion master. Someone else had been involved, and that person seemed to have countless tangled ties to the Soul Hall.
He might even have been a member of the Soul Hall, coveting Venerable Yao's soul...
"But that Seven-Colored Little Bird of yours... seems rather familiar, Senior." Mu Qingluan's eyes had flicked toward the bird on Xiao Yan's shoulder several times. Finally, unable to restrain herself, she spoke with an odd expression.
"You might know each other. You're fierce rivals, in fact." Xiao Yan smiled.
"I have nothing whatsoever to do with this woman. Please