The next day.
Xiao Heng had already arranged the affairs of Nanxuan Country for the next two months in advance, and returned to join them in seclusion.
Hong Jiuling watched these people busy themselves, observing them as they proposed new ideas time and again.
He had tried a hundred, a thousand times to persuade them to give up.
But he knew.
This woman, Ye Wu, once she decides on something, no one can stop her.
However...
Were they really just doing useless work like this!
He was merely a remnant soul, why force him to stay?
Hong Jiuling was both distressed and truly unable to rest easy with this group of reckless people.
Later on.
He occasionally forgot that studying this cultivation technique was to save his own life.
He was unexpectedly drawn in, completely immersed in the joy of creating a new cultivation technique.
The accumulated texts of the Three Sects were already considered abundant.
