Four hours later, Song Yan returned to Greenleaf Peak.
There were no Sound Transmission Talismans at his cave abode's entrance. It seemed the past few days had been calm.
On reflection, that made sense. The Dongyuan Sect was so vast, with over ten thousand disciples. How could everything concern him?
The feeling of going unnoticed actually gave him an inexplicable sense of security.
Ever since the trip to the Foundation Establishment cave abode, one trouble after another had weighed on his chest like a great stone.
He had deliberated every day and plotted every night.
Not for a moment had he relaxed.
Now that Shan Zifeng was gone, his heart felt light and his thoughts flowed freely.
Even the other unfinished matters no longer seemed worth fretting over.
He sat cross-legged inside his cave abode, taking no pills and drawing on no Spirit Stones.
Relying solely on the natural Spiritual Qi on Greenleaf Peak, he slowly replenished his spiritual power.
His body was weak at present, making it unwise to replenish his spiritual power too abruptly.
Although Qi-Replenishing Pills had sustained him through this battle, the rapid depletion of both spiritual power and Sword Qi had still left his meridians aching faintly.
This was a sign that his body had exceeded its limits.
Song Yan occasionally wondered whether things might be a little better if he could obtain a body-refining cultivation method to strengthen his flesh.
However, the body-refining path to immortality was far more difficult than the usual path.
He supposed he lacked the aptitude and strength of mind for it.
The Qi Condensation Scroll circulated slowly. Its spiritual power was balanced and gentle, perfectly suited to healing his body.
Thinking back carefully, he had not actually suffered any injuries during this battle.
He had spent so long preparing