Central Province, Heavenly Derivation Sect.
Xu Jin had taken his seat in the main hall of Heavenly Derivation Peak early.
Yan Yun had yet to finish her seclusion, so Lü Xuan was receiving him for the time being.
Lü Xuan looked perfectly at ease, his eyes closed as he made his calculations. Heavenly secrets flowed, turning into threads that wound around him.
Xu Jin kept glancing toward the hall entrance. Just as he repeated the motion once again,
Lü Xuan spoke teasingly:
"You're still a junior, after all. A little too impatient. How long has it even been?"
Xu Jin looked back to see the threads around Lü Xuan slowly dissipate. He opened his eyes, wearing an expression that asked why young people were so incapable of keeping their composure.
How long had it even been?
Xu Jin very much wanted to throw that question back at Lü Xuan. He had already been sitting in this hall for over a month.
The two had gone from chatting with considerable enthusiasm at first, discussing the turmoil of world affairs,
to their present state, with nothing left to talk about, sitting awkwardly in the hall.
After all, Lü Xuan had already talked his way from the Heavenly Derivation Sect's founding ancestors to its present principles of conduct.
They had even discussed Lü Xuan's retirement plans: letting Yan Yun take over as sect leader so she could understand the hardships of the position.
If they kept talking, they would probably have to discuss whom Xu Jin wanted as his eventual successor.
In the end, Lü Xuan had simply begun calculating the heavenly mandate on the spot.
Perhaps it was because the two of them just sitting there would have seemed awkward.
Xu Jin, meanwhile, had sat alone in the hall for several days,