Half a year later.
Greenleaf Peak, Xuan One-Seven.
An ordinary Outer Sect Cultivator's cave abode, not far from Song Yan's.
Shao Sichao sat in his cave abode with a worried frown, a sheet of letter paper laid out on the desk.
Holding his brush, he sighed again and again.
At last, he summoned his courage and began to write.
"Master, I hope this letter finds you well."
"Since returning from Beiya Mountain half a year ago, Song Yan's cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, approaching the late Qi Refining stage."
"Approximately nine days ago, he broke through to the Qi Refining seventh layer and entered the late stage."
"Furthermore, he has obtained some Sword Cultivator inheritance from an unknown source. His spirits are now soaring, and he is highly likely to participate in the Changping Garrison assignment."
"Changping is overrun with demons, ghosts, and Evil Cultivators. This disciple worries that he is advancing too quickly. Should he fall to demonic corruption, I alone would struggle to keep him under control."
"If I am to accompany him and keep watch, please issue your instructions, Master."
"From my recent observations, his disposition is no different from what it was in Shiliang Town back then. His Heart Demon remains, yet there is no sign of him straying onto a crooked path."
"Speaking of which, his Demonic Thoughts currently surge to the heavens, but for some reason... apart from being somewhat ruthless when he strikes, his conduct and disposition remain wholly unaffected."
"Truly peculiar."
"However..."
Shao Sichao's brush paused, but he steeled himself and continued writing.
"During an idle conversation on New Year's Eve, this disciple casually gave false information, naming a hometown."
"Unexpectedly, Song Yan was assigned to Beiya Mountain half a year ago... I fear he may have noticed this matter."