Entrusting and Honoring the Departed, Preserving Youth and Extending Life (Please Vote with Monthly Tickets)

Lin Changheng nodded slightly. "I know of your talent in the Talisman Dao, but cultivation is the foundation. You must not neglect it."

"I understand."

The two sat by the window, sipping clear tea and talking softly.

They mostly discussed everyday trifles and insights into cultivation. Occasionally, they mentioned what had just happened with the Qiu Family patriarch, but only in passing, without delving into it.

As the night deepened, Lin Changheng rose, tightened his arms slightly, and gently drew that soft, fragrant body into his embrace.

Tantai Feiyue nestled obediently against his solid chest, listening to his strong, slightly quickened heartbeat and feeling his reassuring warmth and presence. Then she felt his mischievous hands begin to wander.

Before long, soft murmurs and the muddy sounds of "one step deep, one step shallow" quietly arose.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder than newlyweds" played out once again.

With his second tier late stage physique, Lin Changheng swept forward unchecked, driving his lone blade straight in and routing the enemy until armor and helmets lay scattered. In the end, his opponent even fainted on the battlefield.

Over the next few days.

Lin Changheng first went to visit Master Mo.

Master Mo lay on his bed, stripped of his former brilliance as a pill master and bearing as a cultivator. He was no different from a withered mortal elder with one foot in the grave.

"Master Mo."

Lin Changheng stepped forward and called softly. His voice sounded especially clear in the silent room, and especially heavy.

Master Mo's eyelids trembled laboriously several times before slowly opening.

Those eyes, which had once shone with wisdom and insight and precisely tracked every change within a pill furnace, were now utterly clouded. All their brilliance had faded, leaving only a gray, deathly stillness.

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