Jiang Li, after all, had not received Gongsun Qingyue's Flying Sword Transmission, even though he should have returned to the Tianxuan Hall by now.
He rode the wind, flying hundreds of miles beneath the night sky, when suddenly, clouds in front of him appeared and dispersed, revealing an island amidst the mist where he landed.
The climate of the Secret Place remained perennially spring-like, unchanged, with spiritual mechanisms overflowing and no trace of the Five Viscous elements, resembling a Cave Heaven Blessed Land.
Although Jiang Li carried concerns in his heart, he still followed the familiar path into the mountain valley. After walking dozens of steps, the scene suddenly opened up, and a pool beneath a waterfall abruptly came into view.
At the edge of that pool stood a solitary figure, quietly staring at the Divine Farmer Stone Statue, seemingly lost in thought, but—
"It's not Master."
