After seeing Mo Li off, Xu Chang'an did not return to his cave residence. He remained seated in the pavilion outside.
The Cyan Yang Immortal Sect was powerful, and the Demon Race of the Netherworld Mountain Range was a disorganized mess, posing no threat whatsoever.
And yet, the Demon Hunting Festival was still held regularly, once every ten years.
The Demon Race was weak, lambs to the slaughter.
Whether something was a threat or not was simply a matter decided by the strong.
He downed a cup of Spirit Wine in one gulp.
"Master Xu."
Wan Qianqian walked to Xu Chang'an's side and curtsied.
Her long red dress swayed, and something on her chest seemed to jiggle.
Xu Chang'an paid it no mind.
"Go and buy some more Spirit Flower Seeds for me. The Spirit Flowers in the lake need replacing."
"Yes."
Wan Qianqian replied in acknowledgment.
"Time for some Alchemy."
Xu Chang'an rose, and with a flick of his long sleeves, walked toward his cave residence.
