Once they had grown used to life on Undying Mountain, five years amounted to no more than another brief stint of secluded cultivation.
In the Immortal Realm, it would not have been an exaggeration to call that span an instant, but for these prodigies from the Eastern Region, it was enough to improve their cultivation a little further.
Purple Firmament Heaven was not particularly close to the Forgotten River, so they began preparing to leave in the fourth year.
The Main Hall blazed with light as Luo Hongyi frantically took stock of a small mountain of Storage Pouches.
"We're taking this, and this too, and this..."
She picked up a Storage Pouch, hefted it, then set it down.
"Oh, forget it. We'll take it too."
Zhou Yan leaned against the doorframe, waving his fan as he watched her bustle about, and could not help laughing:
"We're going to a grand gathering, not moving house."
Luo Hongyi gave a disdainful snort. "What do you know?"
"When you're away from home, it pays to be prepared."
Xie Changsheng walked in from outside, a few more locks of his hair curled up, whether from cultivating or sleeping on them was anyone's guess.
"Is everything ready?"
Luo Hongyi nodded. "More or less."
Xie Changsheng glanced outside the hall, then suddenly asked:
"Where's Second Song?"
Zhou Yan snapped his fan shut and gave a knowing smile:
"Up on the summit."
On the summit, Song Chi stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
Those nine battered swords seemed to have finally accepted their fate.
When he had first acquired them, the battered swords had acted up every few days.
Every so often, they would spout some dispirited remark, and at the slightest provocation, they would try to burst out of his body.
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