Ji'an blinked, sniffing slightly, her interest immediately piqued. "The Iron-Stone Monastery? What do they cultivate?"
"They don't cultivate swords, Ji'an," Jiu Zui chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound of amusement. "The Sovereign of the Monastery is an old... acquaintance of mine. An entirely insufferable, stubborn, brilliant old bastard. He is the only man on this continent who understands the manipulation of heat better than you do. Meeting him... observing his grand arrays... it will elevate your Dao to a realm you cannot even comprehend from my backyard."
He leaned back in his chair, waving his hand dismissively.
"Go. Babysit the peacocks. See the dunes. Argue with my old friend. And when you return, you will cook me a meal that will make the Heavens themselves weep with envy. Understood?"
Ji'an looked at her Master.
She looked at the gruff, alcoholic, yet caring immortal who had just handed her a legendary artifact and a roadmap to her own potential.
