After changing the subject, the woman in red no longer wished to argue over it. Every time it was mentioned, endless sorrow welled up in her heart.
"Hard to say. Perhaps he said that deliberately, and once his injuries heal, he may leave immediately. That possibility still exists. But as Junior Sister said, let's gamble on it.
Let's see whether our judgment of people is as accurate as it has always been!"
The young man in yellow raised his head, watching the cold moonlight that occasionally spilled through the rolling murmur of the pines.
He sat beneath a pine tree. Yet when he looked up, it was as though the moonlight itself were swaying endlessly through the night. At last, he finally made up his mind...
On the night of the third day, Li Yan's ears twitched as he cultivated. He had not fully entered meditation while cultivating here.
As a Nascent Soul cultivator, his ears and eyes were naturally keen, and his senses exceptionally sharp. He simply was not yet accustomed to this sort of perception and discernment, which was far inferior to Divine Sense.
"Fellow Daoist Li, is it convenient?"
As Shangguan Tianque's voice drifted in, Li Yan waved a hand. A gust of force swept out, and the door opened on its own.
The spiritual power within his body was slowly recovering, but with his Nascent Soul unable to sense anything, his cultivation speed was very slow.
However, Li Yan's use of the yin force from the "Qiongqi Purgatory Art" had grown increasingly smooth and rounded after he reached the sixth level of the "Qiongqi Purgatory Art."
When he completely fused the fierce, domineering yang force with the incomparably soft yin force, he might break through the shackles of the seventh level and reach the Spirit Transformation