Another two years passed, and Li Yan soon noticed that something was wrong with Qianji. As a cultivator of Small Bamboo Peak, Qianji had carried out his own sect missions during those two years, including one outing with Li Wuyi.
Yet each time he returned, aside from meditating to restore his cultivation, Qianji no longer wandered around the sect. With Wei Chituo in prolonged seclusion, he was missing the companion who shared his tastes most closely. He either stayed in his own courtyard or went alone to sit quietly on the mountain behind Small Bamboo Peak.
When Li Yan sensed him with his divine sense that day, he sighed inwardly. He knew Qianji was beginning to feel lonely.
Although Qianji had his clansmen around him, the stronger his cultivation grew, the more he wanted to see the world beyond. Perhaps he also wanted to see Zi Kun again. Qianji himself had said that once he reached Spirit Transformation, he wanted to visit Zi Kun.
The reason Qianji had neither come to find him nor asked to venture out alone was that he now understood the Immortal Spirit Realm. He was no longer the same Qianji who had awakened in Saint Demon City.
Had he successfully reached Spirit Transformation back then, he would certainly have kept clamoring to go out. But after traveling across realms with Li Yan once, Qianji had long since learned how dangerous it was to cross vast realms with cultivation like his.
He had only just reached Spirit Transformation, and many of his divine abilities still needed practice and consolidation. He knew he could not venture out alone yet and still needed time to hone himself.
Nor would Qianji ask Li Yan to take him out. Li Yan's family was all here now, and as Qianji grew