The sun sank toward the western hills.
Night was almost upon them.
The Yellow-Robed Little Daoist Child stood on a branch, smiling toward Star Pond.
"What a beautiful valley of flowers..."
"A pity it will wither after tonight."
Liang Feng sat cross-legged beneath the tree, his eyes closed. Without a word, he drew a deep breath.
"Now that today's Valley Excursion gathering is over, the Foundation Establishment cultivators of Linghua Valley and the Yan Clan will all leave for a time to visit the Sheyang Sect."
"Time waits for no one, Brother Liang."
"You won't regret this, will you?"
Liang Feng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with resolve. "I never regret anything."
He slowly rose and walked into the valley.
The Yellow-Robed Little Daoist Child narrowed his eyes and chuckled. "Heh, a Star Pond Spirit Pearl, they say..."
"They call themselves lovers of flowers, yet they can't even recognize a ripe seed of the Moon-Supporting Ancient Lotus."
"To use such a treasure merely as a Spirit Vein to nourish a valley of Spirit Plants-what ignorance."
"Just as well..."
Pale yellow spiritual light slowly emerged around the Daoist child, and his robes stirred without wind.
He slowly floated upward, looking down toward Star Pond.
Spiritual power gathered in his palm.
"A treasure gathering dust..."
"Belongs to whoever has the ability to claim it!"
Night in the valley was serene and still.
Inside the bamboo grove courtyard.
Song Yan was controlling the Unmoored Boat, practicing the basic sword forms from Essentials of Swordsmanship.
He had no suitable conditions for peaceful secluded cultivation at present, so he might as well practice his swordsmanship and hope to comprehend Sword Intent sooner.
He had only just finished a move when he suddenly felt Xiao He's scales stand on end around his wrist.