After restoring the mountain's Imperial Conferment Talisman and then exhausting all his strength to carve out the Boundary of the Heavenly River, Ji Yuan had used up nearly half of his Mysterious Yellow Qi. Though what remained was still immensely considerable, he could not avoid a profound sense of emptiness and weakness. This feeling was not physical, but existed solely within his state of mind and spirit.
After carving out the Boundary of the Heavenly River, Ji Yuan naturally did not leave at once. Instead, he regulated his breath and recovered. He had not suffered any injuries, so there was no need for secluded cultivation; quietly resting in Cloud Mountain Temple would allow him to recover his magical power in short order.
Two days later, in the old temple grounds of Cloud Mountain Temple, Ji Yuan sat on a small stool beside a table holding a pot of iced tea. The tea had not been brewed by Ji Yuan, however, but by Xiezhi, who had strongly insisted on doing it. Thus, he naturally sat nearby as well.
They had only just received word that Wei Wuwei had actually taken charge of Spirit Treasure Pavilion and become its chief steward. It was unexpected, yet reasonable—and one could foresee that the pavilion would surely flourish greatly in the immortal path and even across every path of cultivation.
As Xiezhi brewed tea, he muttered about how formidable Wei Wuwei was, somewhat regretting that he had failed to have a proper talk with him when they had met before.
Ji Yuan sat with his eyes closed, sensing the changes in the Power of Heaven and Earth, as well as how deeply the Boundary of the Heavenly River had merged with the world. Only when he heard footsteps did he open his eyes.
"Come in."