The skies parted as Bai Zihan's flying carriage tore through the clouds, wrapped in waves of spiritual light.
Inside, Bai Zihan leaned against the cushioned interior, arms folded and eyes closed, wearing an expression of lazy indifference.
He'd gotten permission from Elder Qinglan to go out.
The woman had just given him her usual cold look, nodded slightly, and said, "Go."
Not that he wouldn't have gone even if she hadn't said yes.
To Bai Zihan, Elder Qinglan was his master in name only. She hadn't taught him a thing to deserve the title.
Still, she let him go. That was what mattered.
Which meant, now, it was time to go back home.
"I wonder if anyone is missing me?"
Well, Bai Zihan doubts that himself.
It hadn't been that long since he'd returned—just a few months.
But in cultivation circles, even years could fly by, so this was practically a surprise visit.
