Tonight was their last night in Linghua Valley, and nearly everything they needed to prepare had been packed.
Gu Qingqing and Sheng Yun had arranged to go into town together to buy some flower tea and pastries to take back to the sect.
They had already bought some with Yan Xun at the Flower Festival, intending to bring them back for Granny Qin.
Song Yan sat in the courtyard, enjoying the peace.
He loved this little courtyard so much.
"Although the cave abodes in the sect have abundant Spiritual Qi, living in them for too long always feels stifling, doesn't it?"
Xiao He sat on the ground, doing who knew what. Hearing Song Yan speak to her, she nodded blankly.
She had lived in a mountain cave since childhood, so there did not seem to be much difference.
"I hear that once you enter the Inner Sect, your cave abode comes with its own little courtyard."
He was terribly envious.
"Ring..."
A transmission talisman sounded outside the gate.
Song Yan walked out of the courtyard.
To his surprise, the visitor was Liang Feng.
"Fellow Daoist Song, sorry to disturb you."
He was somewhat surprised.
He had thought this man would be kept under strict watch.
But he soon realized why.
It was a numbness that, though some vitality remained, carried a faint hint of death throughout his body.
Liang Feng's cultivation had fallen from the Qi Refining Tenth Layer to the Qi Refining Sixth Layer.
His spiritual power was also insubstantial, and even his sixth-layer cultivation was somewhat unstable.
His hair had whitened a little.
Although a slight smile still showed on his face, even a mortal could probably see that air of helpless dejection.
"Fellow Daoist Liang."
In truth, the two were not close.
But after a moment's thought,