The Book Sage stared dumbfounded at the changes in himself, then slowly raised his head to look at the rouge-colored dress before him, its wearer's back turned toward him.
Sensing the restoration of the Book Sage's cultivation, Yanzhi seemed not at all surprised.
"Thank you, Senior." The Book Sage's eyes shone, but he said no more.
The sight of Su Mo so urgently sending him to Rouge Pass kept surfacing in his mind, and he chuckled softly.
Some things needed no further words. Since Su Mo and Yanzhi had staged this performance, they naturally had their reasons...
The Book Sage did not reveal his restored aura, but concealed it instead.
Who could have reached this realm and still been a fool?
Yanzhi said nothing more either. She sat quietly atop Pass City, gazing out at the vast expanse beyond the pass, her expression lost.
After some thought, the Book Sage did not immediately return to Peach Mountain. Instead, he turned and left the top of Pass City, flying into Rouge Pass to begin learning about its affairs.
He still had to complete the task Su Mo had entrusted to him.
Even though his cultivation had now recovered, he still felt he ought to help Su Mo finish the performance...
Peach blossoms spread their fragrance as Wu Qian busily issued one sect order after another to Peach Mountain's many disciples.
Su Mo sat at the stone table in the courtyard, breathing in the fragrance of peach blossoms and sipping tea, his expression content and peaceful.
It seemed everything had fallen into place...
With Wu Qian on Peach Mountain, Su Mo did not need to worry about anything, and he happily enjoyed his leisure.
Yet for some unknown reason, an inexplicable sense of unease lingered in his heart.
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