On a cliff on Liubo Island.
Qin Ya sat on a towering cliff, unafraid. The whistling gales that swept past failed to stir even the hem of his robes, as if an invisible barrier surrounded him.
He sat upright on the high cliff with the Ting Xiao Sword placed beside him. By now, his mind was at peace. "They still haven't come looking for me," he said indifferently. "It seems that bottle of Nourishing Spirit Pills was remarkably effective. Even if they still don't believe I can refine Spirit Pills, they won't let me leave Liubo Island at a time like this."
"So, you really can refine Spirit Pills, kid?" the Ting Xiao Sword Spirit asked.
"What, you don't believe me either?"
