Gu Yue and Sha'er should both be safe and sound...
As the distance steadily closed, Li Yan felt joy rising in his heart, but he was also deeply worried.
The Black Devil Race was far too warlike. Even Mu Sha's blood carried Mu Guyue's intense killing nature. They had always found a leisurely path of cultivation mediocre and dull.
Instead, they loved seeking their own great Dao of immortality amid slaughter. This fundamentally ran contrary to Li Yan's own nature, yet he had never forcibly interfered.
Li Yan knew that after what Mu Guyue had experienced in the North Pasture Realm, she would only become more cautious in the Immortal-Spirit Realm. She would think things over again and again before acting. That was the most precious wealth Mu Guyue had gained back then.
Moreover, after spending a long time with Li Yan, although Mu Guyue had been unwilling to actively change her nature, his subtle influence had made her understand that violence was not the best way to handle many matters. There were more—and more ingenious—ways to resolve them.
After the days she had spent with Li Yan, Mu Guyue was no longer a pure Black Devil Race cultivator. Of course, this did not refer to her bloodline, but to the immense changes in her temperament.
Furthermore, before their last parting, Li Yan had given her quite a few life-preserving means. He felt that Mu Guyue should be living well, and with her there, Mu Sha would naturally be looked after as well.
As Li Yan flew onward, these thoughts continuously rose and fell in his heart. In truth, he was merely comforting himself.
More than half a month later, in a market city near the Black Devil Race, Li Yan sat in a room. Seven or eight jade slips