Central Province, Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge.
The great sect-protecting barrier, which had not been opened in a long time, finally opened that day.
A group filed through the sect's main gate. Fortunately, things were no longer as they had been. There were now plenty of Spatial Rings, so Li Xingtian did not have to carry bags large and small. The sect had also been established for a long time, so Li Yingling did not need to make purchases again.
Everyone slowed their steps. After such a long absence, the sight before them felt somewhat unfamiliar.
Yet as they walked farther in, there was no awkwardness at all. Their bodies already knew every inch of the paths here.
Passing through the covered corridor, they looked toward the deep pool within the sect. Spirit fish still thrashed about in its waters, sending ripples spreading across the surface.
Sandong had grown up on Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge and felt an even deeper attachment to the place.
Upon arriving, Sandong ran excitedly toward the Deep Pool.
Cui Hao sighed. "Nothing beats our own sect."
"Obviously." Li Yingling looked excited. "Now that we're back, I'm going to get some proper rest. I was so busy before that my feet never touched the ground."
"Me too." Cui Hao looked deeply moved. "You have no idea. Northern Jambudvipa is no place for anyone to go. It's all scheming and plotting."
"Thank you all for your hard work." Chu Xingchen walked farther inside, his voice also full of feeling. "This time, your master is going to get some proper rest too."
"What are you saying, Master? We only did what disciples ought to do." Cui Hao followed him, all smiles.
This was Qian Qing's first visit to Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge. Seeing the spreading mountains and myriad flowers,