On the mountain, Wang Sheng and Zhou Yinglong meditated into the night.0

Seeing that their condition had stabilized, Yuan Pu Zhenren nodded in satisfaction and instructed Chi Wen, "Do not let anyone disturb them."0

"Yes, sir," Chi Wen quickly replied. 0

Watching the old immortal who had nagged for most of the day finally leave, she couldn't help but yawn. She was exhausted.0

Not long after Yuan Pu Zhenren had departed, the graceful Mu Wanxuan slipped into the courtyard. She had been waiting for their visitors to leave.0

If Wang Sheng were to learn that Mu Wanxuan deliberately avoided such a fateful opportunity, he wouldn't know whether to laugh or cry.1

They had no choice, though. Yuan Pu Zhenren simply said that he would bestow them with sword intent. Before they could prepare, he had already put them into a dreamlike state. Since Mu Wanxuan wasn't particularly fond of using swords, it wasn't much of a loss for her.0

Seeing the weariness on Chi Wen's face, Mu Wanxuan sent her inside to sleep. She then carried Wang Sheng's meditation cushion to the entrance and quietly meditated on it.0

Around eight in the evening, Zhou Yinglong slowly woke up. With his primal qi slightly in chaos, he remained seated and unmoving for a bit longer. Fortunately, it quickly calmed...0