"Husband, are you still worried about things over on the Mystic Continent?"
As Li Ling brooded in silence, Mu Qingsi entered with a lampstand in her hands, her lotus steps light and graceful.
Lowering her eyes slightly, she glanced at the letter Li Ling had placed on the desk and sighed as well. "It's already been twenty years. I'm afraid Li Ying's chances look grim."
"Yes. Twenty years have passed before we knew it."
Li Ling sighed softly. "I suddenly realized that since reaching Core Formation, three or five years really do pass in a flash, just like a few days or months.
"I still remember when Li Ying and the others first entered the sect. They were only little children of six or seven. In the blink of an eye, they grew up one after another, each becoming a True Disciple capable of standing on their own, while those disciples who never reached Foundation Establishment have long since passed away.
"Those still here today are their descendants. Some families have even continued for more than ten generations, enough to be called Aristocratic Clans within the sect."
The years drifted by, sixty years passing like one. Whether they were his own True Disciples or the disciples who came later, almost everyone from the sect's founding days had grown up under Li Ling and Mu Qingsi's personal watch.
But of that first generation of the Incense Accumulation Sect's old members, everyone except Shu Changsheng's grandfather, Shu Wangsheng, had died of old age.
Among the younger disciples, quite a few had even been born and raised within the Que Luo Immortal Abode, never once setting foot on Nine-Wan Island!
Only through their elders had they learned that the sect also had branch residences on Nine-Wan Island and Little Olive Island. Only during