"Hm?"
"Master!"
A fresh breeze swept across the mountaintop, carrying a trace of coolness.
Yu Nian gradually regained control of his body and slowly woke. Rubbing his brow, he discovered in shock that he was still on the mountain peak where he had been before falling asleep.
And his master was simply sitting there in quiet meditation, refining pills.
The sight shook him beyond measure.
And—
My memories from before I last fell asleep hadn't disappeared.
Two rare streams of tears fell from Yu Nian's eyes as he wept with joy.
He had broken the "curse"!
With a thud, Yu Nian knelt behind Luo Chen and bowed deeply, utterly reverent.
"Get up."
"I told you that no matter where you were, I could find you."
"But after thinking it over carefully, rather than crossing countless rivers and mountains to find you, it was more convenient to simply have you appear before me."
Luo Chen spoke with a smile, though his gaze never left the Primordial Chaos Pill Furnace.
Yu Nian knew his master was teasing him, and a smile appeared on his lips as well.
"Master, did you wait for me on this mountaintop for centuries?"
"Three hundred years or so. Mainly because I happened to need a quiet place to refine pills, and this place was just right."
"Master, can I cultivate now?"
"Not yet. Actually, you're very strong; you simply don't know how to use your own strength."
"Then how do I gain control of it?"
"That will depend on your own comprehension."
The Primordial Chaos Pillfire crackled as it refined all manner of rare treasures of heaven and earth.
The conversation between master and disciple continued without end.
Time moved onward, and another three hundred years passed.
Atop the mountain, the Primordial Chaos Pill Furnace suddenly shattered