In the barren lands, Western Spirit State.
In a relatively remote small town, a white-robed young man, accompanied by a boy and a black dog, walked through the streets.
This group was none other than Wang Yufan and the others, who had recently arrived from the Eastern Spirit State.
"Changqing, where is your home?" Wang Yufan asked.
"We're almost there, Master, it's just behind that shed ahead." Xu Changqing said, quickening his pace.
Wang Yufan and Little Black followed Xu Changqing into a dark and damp alley.
At the end of the alley was a small house built with mud bricks and straw, containing two beds, with a table and several stools placed between them.
Wang Yufan felt a slight pang in his heart upon seeing this scene; he hadn't expected his disciple's living conditions to be so poor.
Wang Yufan thought of the spirit stones he had borrowed from Li Meng'er earlier, and a strange feeling arose in his heart, as those spirit stones were, after all, Xu Changqing's.
