Liu Xingfang stood outside the courtyard. He had now shed his boyish air, and his cultivation had reached late-stage fetal breath. With his otherworldly bearing, handsome features, and green robes, he blended into the verdant pines and cypresses around him.
His household had summoned him home over some business, so he could only excuse himself on the pretext of traveling and leave Green Luo for a few days.
Perhaps this is not quite proper.
Liu Xingfang saw the situation clearly. The Liu Household was powerful, and his frequent trips home now carried something of the air of abandoning his sect. Yet his parents wrote to him, and his branch of the lineage depended on him, leaving him little choice but to comply. After all, most of his cultivation resources still came from his lineage.
His household had prepared a high-grade Qi Refining Dharma Sword for him. Though delighted, he did not wear it in Green Luo, keeping it in his residence instead.
Now he had asked Senior Brother Qiyun to forge another flying sword for him, deliberately providing half again as many Spirit Treasures as needed. He wanted to grow closer to this eldest senior brother of the sect. Such was the way of favors and social ties.
He understood that Senior Brother Qiyun was the one who connected all the different parties within the sect. Befriending him meant befriending Senior Sister Gao Xia and Senior Brother Xiao Wen as well.
When I first came up the mountain, I thought I could leave all worldly affairs behind and focus on cultivation, with nothing but the clear breeze and bright moon for company. Who would have thought there would be countless things to consider even within the sect?
On his way back to Green Luo, Liu Xingfang had encountered Senior Brother