Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge, at the stone table beside the pool.
"Without Third Senior Sister's tea... life suddenly feels a little less meaningful." Cui Hao set down his teacup and sighed softly. "Master, Third Senior Sister's been away so long. Hasn't she thought about coming back?"
Chu Xingchen calmly read the news Xu Jin had sent back.
After beginning cultivation, time did, in a sense, feel as though it had shortened.
Before, a year had always seemed long, with room to fit in all sorts of things. After beginning cultivation, however, a year seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, and many tasks now had to be measured in years before they could be completed.
For instance, the investigation into the Right Sound Dharma Temple had only now yielded a rough account of the situation.
By now, snow had fallen five times since Bai Xuanling returned from the Right Sound Dharma Temple, and Bai Xuanling had spent five whole years recuperating in seclusion.
As for Yuankong, he had not stayed long at Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge. He had remained only a few days and, despite already being in the Foundation Establishment Realm, enjoyed several hearty feasts before taking his leave.
Yuankong's reason for leaving had been clear-his path now lay not in arduous cultivation, but in moving forward.
He was dissatisfied with the answer the Right Sound Dharma Temple had given him. He wanted to seek out, or perhaps confirm, the answer in his heart himself. This was something he would never understand even if he stayed at Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge for the rest of his life.
Perhaps those answers lay in valleys, in deserts, in seas of people, in towns.
He, Yuankong, would search step by step, inch by inch, for the answer in his heart,