Two days later, in the relatively quiet west courtyard of Qinghe Academy in Gutan City.
Standing at the doorway, Ren Ye nodded and bowed as he waved. "Senior, just let us know if you need anything. We're paying customers, after all. We have every right to order people around..."
"Three lavish meals a day will suffice. Keep everything else simple, and don't let anyone disturb me," Senior White-Striped Chicken said leisurely. "I'll be recuperating in seclusion. I'll leave in a month at the earliest, two at the latest. Tomorrow, have that fatty come attend to me personally. I won't treat him poorly."
"No rush, no rush. Stay as long as you like. And don't worry about Fatty. When he heard he could serve you, he was happier than if he were serving his own father." Ren Ye nodded with a toothy grin.
"Off you go."
As the reply rang out, a gentle breeze stirred inside the room and slowly blew the door shut.
Ren Ye turned around in delight and headed out of the west courtyard.
Back then, Ancestor Jiang had sacrificed his body and soul and voluntarily entered the Ancestral Land, never expecting a twist of fate to leave him trapped for five hundred years. The eighteen immortal-binding chains manifested by that solar Supreme Treasure had long since taken root in his Star Core over those long years. Now that he had forcibly broken free, eighteen faint cracks had appeared on his Star Core.
For ordinary third- or fourth-grade Supernatural Ability Users, a cracked Star Core would most likely send the Star Source within their bodies berserk, rupturing their bodies and killing them. Ancestor Jiang, however, said he could gather the intent of the Great Dao to reshape his Star Core. The process would simply take a while: three