Pei Qian and Cui Dongshan stayed up all night just chatting about different things. It was remarkable that they had so much to chat about. As a Qi refiner, Cui Dongshan had once suffered a catastrophic fall, but he was now on the way back to the mountain summit, seeking to exceed his former peak. The path to immortality was long and arduous. On that path, some people walked, some ran, and some were able to gallop along, leaving everyone far behind. 1

Those were the true prodigies. As for Pei Qian, she had grown a little taller, and her skin had also become slightly fairer. For her, making breakthroughs in martial arts seemed to be not much more difficult than eating sunflower seeds, and even after staying up all night, she was still full of vigor and wasn't weary in the slightest.0

Cui Dongshan rose to his feet and began telling legends of an ancient deity who stood taller than all of the mountain ranges under the heavens. With their whip in hand, they were able to herd entire mountains like flocks of sheep.0

There was another deity who ran tirelessly, with the sun on their shoulder. Whenever they ran close to the human world, it would be high noon, and when they were far away, it would turn to dusk.1

Pei Qian wasn't really paying any attention to these stories. To her, it was just more nonsensical rambling from Cui Dongshan. It wasn't her master talking, so it didn't really matter if she listened or paid attention. This was why Pei Qian actually really enjoyed chatting with Cui Dongshan. He seemed never to run out of nonsensical things to say and interesting stories to tell. 4

Most importantly, everything that he said could simply go in one ear and out the other, and it didn't matter. Cui Dongshan never asked about her studies, and for that reason alone, Pei Qian much preferred speaking to him rather than Zhu Lian. He knew she always kept up with her daily transcriptions, yet he still made sure to ask her every...0