Shen Yun strolled leisurely, studying every blade of grass and tree along the mountain path. Without realizing it, the tightly strung cord in his heart gradually loosened.
The setting sun shone into the deep forest, illuminating the green moss once more.
Ask Dao Mountain was still as tranquil and secluded as ever. Few travelers passed by, and the occasional disciples were cultivating beside the Spirit Spring stream, drawing in spiritual qi and honing their cultivation, as though nothing had changed.
Only when they neared the Mountain Gate did the surroundings gradually become livelier. Many outstanding young men and women were presenting their Calling Cards in turn, neither servile nor overbearing in every gesture, carrying themselves with the bearing of immortals.
"Not bad."
Shen Yun nodded and offered rare praise, his expression deeply satisfied.
A leopard could be glimpsed through a tube. Judging from this practical, truth-seeking atmosphere alone, Ask Dao Mountain had developed well over the years and had completely entered the right track.
With his current cultivation, nurturing a few Immortal Realm experts was no more than a flick of his finger. But if these people harbored crooked intentions, strength would instead become a source of disaster, perhaps even dragging the entire immortal sect into an abyss.
"Brother Shen Yun seems to be in a good mood. Did something joyful happen?"
Shen Qingruo caught the smile at the corner of his lips and could not help asking curiously.
Shen Yun did not answer directly. Instead, he said gently, "Father and Uncle An have both broken through to the Void Return Realm."
At those words, Shen Qingruo's brows lifted in delight. "That's wonderful. I'd always been worried about their lifespan. Thankfully, it was only a false alarm."
Void Return cultivators nearing twenty thousand years old would not be considered exceptional