Time flowed slowly by, day after day.
Aside from his daily cultivation, Song Yan spent each day guiding Lian Shichen in his practice.
The youth indeed let no opportunity to ask him for advice slip by. In the final month or so, he even asked about many foreseeable problems he might face in the future. Song Yan kept his promise and answered them all.
The Void-Aspect Dharma Body's refinement of the Golden Core was also progressing steadily, at about the speed he had anticipated.
One thing worth mentioning was that, shortly after he killed that False Core cultivator, a cultivator in Confucian robes visited Connecting Cloud Cliff. His surname was Wen, and he was also one of the Rogue Cultivator Association's three False Core cultivators.
However, he had not come to cause trouble. On the contrary, his manner was exceedingly humble, and his words were extremely courteous.
First, he apologized for Duan Zhongxing's earlier rude offense and arbitrary conduct, fiercely condemning his faction for blotting out the sky with one hand in the Abandoned City and ruining the Rogue Cultivator Association's reputation.
He declared that Duan Zhongxing's actions in no way represented the Rogue Cultivator Association's stance.
He then lavishly praised Song Yan's profound cultivation and extraordinary bearing, saying that killing Duan Zhongxing had truly rid them of a scourge.
Finally, he sincerely invited Song Yan to visit the Rogue Cultivator Association's Central Tower in the Abandoned City for a chat whenever he had time.
Seeing that the man had not come to fight, Song Yan had little interest to begin with and neither agreed nor disagreed with what he said.
He did not actually care what the people of the Rogue Cultivator Association were like, or where those three False Core cultivators stood.
But he intended to enter Luozhu