"Yes."
As she gazed at the mist-wreathed Spirit Mountain, the flocks of immortal cranes, and the distant horizon, Jiang Qiushui suddenly fell silent.
Her eyes grew unfocused as she looked into the distance. A faint worry lingered between her brows, and her lips curved slightly upward, yet she suddenly seemed weighed down by troubles.
"Then that settles it."
Liu Yu knew what she was thinking, but this was not the time to comfort her. He left her alone for now, intending to soothe her later.
With that, he changed the hand seal, and the Wind-Evasion Boat abruptly accelerated, speeding toward her Spirit Mountain.
An hour later, the Wind-Evasion Boat stopped above a Spirit Mountain, and a streak of blue escape light flew down.
Then it changed direction and continued onward. About another seven minutes later, it finally reached Colorful Lotus Mountain.
The pitch-black escape light descended onto Colorful Lotus Mountain, revealing Liu Yu.
"I'm back."
He casually put the Wind-Evasion Boat into his Storage Bag. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar scenery of Colorful Lotus Mountain, he smiled faintly.
The spirit fields on the mountain were neatly tended, with stalks of spirit grain growing vigorously within them.
Among the crisscrossing paths through the fields, several gray-robed outer disciples were at work.
Before leaving, Liu Yu had entrusted Colorful Lotus Mountain to Ji Ruyan. Judging from the scene before him, she had clearly put great care into it.
The mountain looked far better than when he had managed it himself. After all, his mind had been wholly devoted to cultivation, and he had merely muddled through such matters of appearance, content as long as they looked passable.
It had not been an eyesore, but it could hardly have been called beautiful.
Still, his cave abode represented his dignity, so Liu