Three years later.
Frightening Sword Island.
On this day, the residual warmth from the Pill Furnace was still present.
Shen Xuan pushed open the door of the Alchemy Room; the daylight was just right.
Immortal Jing Lian followed him out, her black hair slightly disheveled, her cheeks tinged with a thin red from the reflection of the pill fire.
"Shen Lang."
She leaned closer, her voice soft: "I shall report to Master. If all goes well, I will return by evening."
After speaking, her eyes glanced around quietly, taking in the surroundings.
Her voice lowered, her breath scented like orchids: "Shen Lang, take a good rest. Tonight Jing Lian will make sure Shen Lang enjoys himself..."
Just as she finished speaking, Immortal Jing Lian pressed her lips into a smile, coquettish like a flower.
Soon after, she turned into a simple, white Escape Light and swiftly departed.
Only a faint fragrance remained in the wind, as delicate as a newly blooming lotus.
