The forest was silent, with the campfire licking the firewood and crackling softly.
Yan Chenghuan sat by the campfire, meditating peacefully. Lord Zhuang kept taking off and wrapping the bandages on his feet, looking quite agitated.
There was a constant noise beside her, so Yan Chenghuan had no choice but to open her eyes and stare straight at him.
"Did I wake you up?" Lord Zhuang asked, somewhat embarrassed.
Yan Chenghuan thought to himself, "Isn't this just stating the obvious? You just don't show it on your face."
"It's been a long time since I've been back. I wonder if those people in Chujing still remember this old man."
Yan Chenghuan wasn't one to offer comfort, so he simply nodded and didn't respond further.
Lord Zhuang, who was waiting for Yan Chenghuan to respond, was disappointed when he didn't get anything in return.
"Cheng Huan? Don't you have anything to say?"
Yan Chenghuan let out a deep breath: "What did you say?"
Seeing that he still didn't get it, Lord Zhuang asked helplessly, "Then what do you want to do when you go back this time?"
Yan Chenghuan turned around and gave him a deep look: "Visiting relatives!"
Seeing the utterly disappointed expression on Lord Zhuang's face, Yan Chenghuan said, "Otherwise, what else would I do back there?"
Lord Zhuang stroked his beard, circling around several times before asking, "You don't want that position? I've already made arrangements, what about you?"
Yan Chenghuan's expression remained calm: "What use do I, a cultivator, have for those mundane things?"
"But can you still cultivate immortality peacefully now? The immortal sects don't want you. If you don't have a powerful force to rely on, they will keep hunting you down."
A rare, chilling glint appeared in Yan Chenghuan's eyes: "Dare to come? Then kill me!"
Lord Zhuang was speechless for a moment. Sometimes he felt that the young man in front of him had a bit of Yan Xingyun’s shadow, as gentle as a spring breeze. Sometimes he felt that this person was unfathomable, like an old tortoise that had lived for thousands of years. But most of the time he was silent and taciturn.
For example, at this moment, he couldn't figure out what he was trying to do! He was wearing an indifferent expression, but he was actually ruthlessly trying to make everyone in his way stupid.
"It's getting late, Uncle Zhuang, you should go to sleep early! We have to travel tomorrow."
Yan Chenghuan advised, the young man's tone was clear and bright, showing his deep concern for his elders, as if the murderous intent that had just flashed through his mind was just an illusion.
The night was cool and still, the moon hung high above the willow branches, and partridges murmured softly in their dreams.
Some people sleep like dogs, while others can't sleep at all.
The journey ahead was long and tedious. Without the lively and energetic Zhuang Xiyue leading the way, the journey seemed incredibly silent. Zhang Xu, the only one who was usually quite lively, was unusually quiet.
At Lu Tu Hui, she mostly just hugged her knees, quietly looking out the window, lost in thought.
She remained quiet for longer and longer periods, until even Yan Chenghuan noticed something was wrong.
Although Zhang Xu is not a talkative person, such quietness is not her usual habit.
Not far ahead lies Lin'an County, a town under the jurisdiction of the Hehuan Sect. Yan Chenghuan suggested that they rest in the city for a few days before continuing their journey.
Zhang Xu panicked when Liu Wu said the plot was already 90% complete. She had been discussing the plot with Liu Wu these past few days, which was why she had remained silent.
At this moment, she unusually listened to Yan Chenghuan's words, and it took her a long time to realize that he was referring to the capital city under the control of the Hehuan Sect.
"What did you say? The Hehuan Sect? What are you going there for? No, you just killed one of their elders, and you're rushing off to your death like this?"
Yan Chenghuan pursed her lips, clearly in a bad mood!
Some debts should always be collected!
A "ding" sounded in Zhang Xu's mind: [Congratulations, host, for unlocking the dungeon mission: assist Yan Chenghuan in conquering the Hehuan Sect.]
Holy crap! Two strings of Chinese classics popped into Zhang Xu's mind in a row. What's going on? The main story is almost over, why bring out another dungeon quest? Do you think this is a game? Why are we starting a dungeon now?
Ignoring Zhang Xu's complaints, Liu Wu directly conjured a halo in her consciousness.
[Item, Spirit of the Formation: Accept or Reject]
Zhang Xu's eyes welled up with emotion. She had been fighting alone for so long since transmigrating. The system she was bound to was useless, and the tree spirit she was given was constantly dormant—it was like sending her naked into battle. Now that it had finally given her an item, it was like rain after a long drought.
She accepted without a second thought; how could she refuse such a windfall?
Don't be too happy yet.
Zhang Xu wanted to punch Liu Wu again.
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