On December twenty-ninth, Zhou Wuji returned to Hidden Dragon Temple.
He had spent ten days roaming the Siming Mountains, killing a few Eighth Rank demons and some unranked Yin Spirits and Vengeful Ghosts.
Now that his cultivation had grown stronger, these low-level demons and ghostly spirits offered him very little benefit. They were merely better than nothing.
Zhou Wuji knew there must be great demons deep in the mountains, but his search range was limited.
Even at perfection, his Six Yang Dharma Eye could only see two or three li. Anything farther was beyond its sight.
The Siming Mountains, however, stretched a thousand li, and certain unusual landforms gathered spiritual Qi, making abnormal presences difficult to spot even when they were close at hand.
Zhou Wuji did not dare wander recklessly, either, mostly circling within the area his master had already explored.
The mountains were vast and mysterious. Who knew what sort of great demons lurked within?
If he had the misfortune to encounter a demon of Sixth Rank or above, there was no telling who would kill whom.
Wuzheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhou Wuji return safely.
He handed Zhou Wuji a letter. "A letter from Junior Sister Wuming. It arrived several days ago."
"There was also a chest of gifts with it."
Zhou Wuji saw that the wooden chest was quite finely made. He thanked Wuzheng and carried it back to his bedroom.
He opened the letter first. Only a few short lines were written on it.
Respectfully presented at your dressing table.
As the year turns and time slips by, several months have already passed since our hurried parting.
May your cultivation rise another level in the coming year, Senior Brother, and may you attain the Seventh Rank.
I humbly offer these modest