"Has it lived for several thousand years…"
Song Yan pondered the identity and strength of this Senior, and a hint of reverence arose in his heart.
Undoubtedly, he must have had intricate connections with the now-empty Sword Sect.
But the Senior never intended to tell Song Yan.
Perhaps his Cultivation was simply too low.
"Let go of everything, go all out, and establish your Dao Foundation."
Thinking of this, his desire to Breakthrough became even more urgent.
Although Xiao Ming, as a Mortal, didn't notice, Song Yan could see that a very sophisticated illusion Formation had been set up by the Senior in the straw cloak at the riverside cliff.
The Senior's Cultivation was unfathomable; the Spiritual Qi contained within the Formation he casually placed there was enough to operate for several days.
Song Yan simply decided to rest and sort things out here.
There wasn't much to sort, just Qin Yicao's qiankun bag and the pearl bestowed by the Senior.
