Time flew like an arrow, the sun and moon shuttling past like a weaver's shuttle. Like a white steed flashing past a crack, the years hurried by. In the blink of an eye, five years had passed.
June 9, year 5510 of the Yuangguang Calendar.
Linghua Island.
Liu Yu rubbed his aching wrist and set aside the Formation Plate he had finished refining. He rose, stretched his stiff back, and walked out of the room, just in time to see Wang Ping passing by with an armful of purple jade-like bamboo leaves.
"Wang Ping!"
"Yes, Second Senior Brother? Have you finished refining the Formation Plate?" Wang Ping stopped and asked with a smile. Sunlight fell on his fair face, making him look especially handsome! As time slipped by, Wang Ping had become a talented young man in his twenties, his cultivation already at perfection of meridian opening!
"Yes, it's finished!"
"Congratulations on becoming a formation master, Second Senior Brother!"
"Mm. What are you doing with that pile of purple bamboo leaves?"
"Senior Uncle wants to make Purple Jade Talisman Paper. I'm helping him gather these purple bamboo leaves."
"Come on, I'll go with you!"
The two left the Taoist temple together and headed toward the Talisman Crafting workshop at the foot of the mountain.
"When will Third Senior Brother return from Azure Cloud Island?"
"I don't know. Your Fourth Senior Brother abandoned his demon-hunting work and rushed back to Linghua Island overnight for help. He must have run into something serious! Eldest Senior Brother was still in seclusion, so Wang Qing was the only one who could go!"
"Don't worry, Second Senior Brother. Fourth Senior Brother has already reached great accomplishment of spirit drawing, and Third Senior Brother and Guiwu together can match a cultivator at great accomplishment of spirit