For Zhang Xiaohua, coming to Hui Chun Valley had been an absolute accident. He had never imagined he would stay here for half a year. And when he thought of all he had gained here, it could be said that... well, the fruits were hanging heavy on the boughs, even more pleasing to the eye than autumn fruit!
Counting them up: alchemy, artifact forging, the healing arts, the Heavenly Dao of the human body, Meridian Nourishing Pills, the Azure Water Sword... Just thinking about them made Zhang Xiaohua cover his mouth and secretly laugh. Even counting on his fingers, he could not finish.
Yet were those tiny gains all there was?
Gazing at the puffs of white cloud in the deep blue sky, Zhang Xiaohua could not help feeling melancholy. Vaguely, he felt that he had failed to count the most important thing among them!
But how could he count her among them?
He could scarcely grasp his own thoughts; it was even harder than comprehending the Heavenly Dao.
Perhaps today would bring an answer. After all, he would be leaving early tomorrow morning.
That was what Zhang Xiaohua thought.
Yet, contrary to expectation, Nie Qianyu—who normally came running over to Zhang Xiaohua whenever she had nothing to do—did not show herself for the entire afternoon, not even by evening. It was as though she had not realized at all that Zhang Xiaohua would be leaving tomorrow.
Zhang Xiaohua did not have much to pack. After lingering outside the pill room for a while, he returned and sat cross-legged, studying the mnemonic for concealing his cultivation. This thing was simply too important. The scene of encountering Lord Kong, the Incense-Passing Cult Envoy, in the inner valley was still vivid in his mind. He did not believe that the seemingly cold