Fushu Peak.
Warm daylight spilled over the land, and spirit flowers wafted their fragrance.
In the mountains, Bi Xingjian hurried down on the wind, strode forward, and bowed.
"Xingjian pays his respects to Master."
"Mm... come in."
Xuan Guang's unhurried voice came from the seat of honor.
"Yes."
Bi Xingjian answered, lifted the hem of his robe, and reached the desk in a few strides.
Xuan Guang seemed to have just awakened from meditation. His vast divine powers and magic power swelled and contracted before subsiding, while the ring of multicolored light suspended behind his head flickered in and out of sight, finally fading into nothing.
Bi Xingjian hastily bowed.
"This disciple has something to report."
"What is it? Speak freely."
At those words, Bi Xingjian took out a jade box and opened it, choosing his words carefully.
"Master, our youngest junior brother has somehow changed his cultivation method. Of the elixirs and spiritual energy I delivered, he accepted only the elixirs. He returned this portion of [lush moonlit wutong essence]..."
Only a short while earlier, he had brought over the spiritual energy he had gathered and the elixirs needed for foundation establishment. To his surprise, Jiang Yang had refused the former, saying that he had already switched to another path and would soon enter seclusion. Bi Xingjian had been utterly shocked.
He had then earnestly tried to dissuade him, but Jiang Yang had merely offered gentle reassurances, with no intention of listening. Left with no other recourse, he had come to Xuan Guang.
"Mm... I understand."
Unexpectedly, after hearing him out, Xuan Guang merely gave that indifferent reply, his eyelids half closed without lifting even a fraction.
Hearing this, Bi Xingjian could not help gritting his teeth.
"Master! Our youngest junior brother will soon enter seclusion to break through.