Ji An spent a night at Red Copper Mountain and bid farewell to Zhang Yuanshan the next morning.
Then he rode the Flying Shuttle to Purple Bamboo Mountain, the last stop of his journey.
Li Lingyu welcomed him into her grotto mansion, with a strange smile on her face:
"Junior Brother, you're quite rare as a guest."
The reputation of Stone Turtle Cultivator was widely spread among the sect's many alchemists.
Ji An felt baffled:
"Why do you all speak in the same tone? Senior Brother Ye from Diligence Hall, Senior Brother Zhang from Red Copper Mountain, you all talk weirdly."
This unspoken consensus made him feel like there was something going on he wasn't aware of but everyone else knew.
"You haven't stepped out of Red Flame Peak in ten years, saying you're a rare guest isn't unreasonable, is it?"
"Uh, alright."
Ji An raised both hands, what the other party said made sense, and he was speechless.
