"Senior Brother Chen-" Song Yan was dazed for a while, finding it hard to believe.
He asked, "Am I-am I dead?"
"Not yet."
Chen Linyuan said rather regretfully, "Whatever else you may be, you have a first-rank golden core. Those treasures you obtained through all your past hardships aren't just sitting around eating for free."
"Even the Kunwu Remnant Flame and the Eye of the Ruinous Sea alone would be enough to keep you alive."
He walked over to the tea table in the courtyard and poured himself a cup of tea.
"But you've already lost consciousness, and that fellow called Jiang Jin hasn't disappeared yet, so you're not far from death."
Song Yan was still somewhat muddleheaded, his mind a tangled paste.
"Xiao He-where's Xiao He?"
"She's perfectly fine," Chen Linyuan said. "He wasn't trying to kill her."
"That's good."
Song Yan simply sat down as well and looked around.
This cave abode on Chiyu Peak seemed somewhat different from what he remembered, but it was indeed on Jun Mountain.
"Senior Brother, did you see that I was about to die and decide to lend me a hand?"
"Nothing of the sort."
Chen Linyuan waved a hand. "This is the world of the Infinite Treasury. It's just that you're half-dead right now, and some of your Void-Reality Sword Intent is spilling over."
"That's the only reason I can borrow it to make some scenery and reminisce about the past."
"Don't expect me to help you with anything."
Void-Reality Sword Intent? Did he mean Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water-
Song Yan sighed softly.
He had never counted on that anyway. There were only so many Sword Cultivators, and each had antagonized an entire faction, leaving them with countless enemies.
Song Yan had not forgotten Chu Xiao's warning