After a half-day delay at Beast Taming Peak, Bai Mo rushed back toward the inner sect without stopping.
Qin Wen watched the Flying Ship disappear into the distance, a look of longing on his face.
A disciple from Beast Taming Peak walked up behind him and asked casually, "So? Did you deliver it?"
"Yeah."
Qin Wen nodded, shaking the cloth bag in his hand. Inside was a whole pile of Pills that Bai Mo had stuffed in.
"It's been a while. I almost didn't recognize my Shopkeeper."
"The scenery in the outer sect is already like this... I can't imagine what the inner sect he talks about is like."
"Tsk!" The other disciple shook his head.
"The inner sect is beyond our imagination. The threshold to the outer sect alone keeps out ninety-nine percent of the world's Cultivators."
"As for the inner sect... they live in a different world from us."
The two chatted for a bit before slinging their arms over each other's shoulders and heading back, clearly good friends.
