"Zhouhui Valley?"
Xuan Guang frowned and said:
"The mountains there are low, and there are no outstanding spirit veins. Why choose that place?"
Although he had confidence in Jiang Yang, he still had to give his disciple the care and support he deserved. At the very least, Xuan Guang did not want him settling for less when it came to external conditions.
Jiang Yang's reasoning was simple. He had chosen the place precisely because its spirit vigor was sparse. Every location in the sect with a spirit vein was already occupied. Rather than take over someone else's territory, he would rather enjoy the peace of being alone.
Zhouhui Valley rarely saw visitors. It was also the place he and his senior sister had chosen for their sparring back then, and it had come to mind as soon as he considered his options.
"The amount of spirit vigor actually makes little difference to me. If there are no objections, I'll settle on this place."
Jiang Yang did not want to make too much trouble and settled the matter in a few words.
"Very well."
Seeing the youth insist, Xuan Guang offered no further persuasion and instead made arrangements:
"Wait a few days, then. I'll first send some Fireworker Disciples from Craft Peak to build you a residence. That place is bare as can be. It hardly looks fit for secluded cultivation."
"You've thought of everything, Master. I'll gladly accept."
Jiang Yang bowed in thanks.
"All right, I won't say any more. Take good care of yourself."
"Yes."
After bidding Xuan Guang farewell, Jiang Yang made his own way down the mountain.
Leaving Fushu Peak was bound to happen sooner or later. The spirit vein beneath this low peak had never been particularly fine. It only stood out because a Great True