Four years later, Li Yan came to a halt in midair. Light flickered in his eyes as he swept his gaze across the surrounding landscape.
This place felt both strange and familiar to him. Back then, this was where his master, Dong Fuyi, had "parted" from them, after which Zhao Min and the others had flown off in delight.
At that time, though he too had been happy, he had still worried over Senior Sister Bai. Now, looking again at the beauty beside him, it was the same place but different circumstances.
"Beyond here lies the core region of the Phantom Sect!"
Li Yan turned to Bai Rou at his side. Her aura had become increasingly restrained and condensed, and during this journey home, her cultivation had improved once again.
After this deliberate period of tempering, Bai Rou had now reached the late Nascent Soul Realm. Her strength had grown to the point where she could contend alone against an early Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator.
This was truly far stronger than when Li Yan had been in the lower realm. Not only had Bai Rou's own cultivation greatly improved, but there were also far too many additional advantages.
The puppet materials, the grade of spirit stones, the enhancement of the Guan clan's puppet arts, and the precise control of subtle thoughts—Bai Rou could now be called a top-tier Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.
"Are we there?"
Bai Rou had become even more composed. After hearing Li Yan's words, her voice remained as gentle as the morning breeze, tranquil as ever.
Her gaze swept toward the distance, but at this very moment, a faint reluctance rose within her heart.
In her heart, she truly wished to keep walking onward with Li Yan like this, until heaven grew barren and earth grew old.