An Sixian did not seem at all surprised by the form of address.
He nodded in acknowledgment, then released his Spiritual Sense to assess Ban Kuizhen, who had recultivated his way back into Core Formation.
"Brother Ban's foundation is still solid. The moment you entered Core Formation, you already possessed Fifth Level Cultivation. Judging by the foundation of your aura, dealing with cultivators at the eighth or ninth level should be no trouble for you."
"I merely gained two hundred empty years. Elder An flatters me."
Ban Kuizhen bowed again, offering another salute to this former Dao companion.
Cultivating the Dao was like rowing a boat against the current—if one did not advance, one fell back.
He had possessed opportunities, twice over, yet had failed to seize either. Having reached such a state, he could only bear it all.
An Sixian saw the course of Ban Kuizhen's heart-lake, from its surging, turbulent waves to its eventual stillness, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Brother Ban, I have come this time to deliver the sect's orders. A task is to be entrusted to you."
As he spoke, An Sixian handed over a sealed scroll. The cultivators around them tactfully dispersed as well.
Seeing this, Ban Kuizhen knew that after consuming so many resources, the time had come for him to do his part.
Yet after opening the sealed scroll and reading it for a while, a strange look appeared on his face.
The contents of the scroll made Ban Kuizhen's gaze shift slightly. Why is it the Northwest again?
Everything written within concerned the Twilight Ancient Path in the Northwest of Azure Waves.
By classification, the Twilight Ancient Path was a blessed land.
It was called an ancient path because, compared with other blessed lands, it possessed certain unique