After a brief discussion, the two departed as swiftly as they had arrived.
The gentle breeze into which Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao transformed carried the drifting clouds, vanishing beyond the horizon, while the last trace of the rock-patterned spirit light, stirred by Celestial Venerable Zuo Xuan submerging into the earth's magnetic field, gradually faded away.
Yunlan Peak returned to its tranquil state, leaving only the intertwined flows of two Divinity Transformation auras within the inner hall.
By the white jade round table, Chen Xihua looked at the empty doorway with a smile, and when he turned to Chen Sheng, his eyes were filled with laughter.
He walked slowly to the meditation mat inscribed with sword patterns in the hall, gently turned the Taiyue Void-Slaying Sword, and made a "please" gesture:
"Fellow Daoist, now that the inner hall is serene, it is a perfect time to discuss a few words with this old man."
