"If everything goes smoothly, half a month will do," Cang Yuan replied after thinking about it.
"Alright, I'll get ready in the meantime." Ling Chuxi figured she could collect the Cang Yuan shard before they went to visit every sect. It would be much easier to face any troubles after that anyway.
After that, Cang Yuan disappeared into the Luo Chen sword. A while later, a few dark brown spots appeared on the bright sword body. It was obvious that the Cang Yuan Sword Spirit was re-tempering the Luo Chen sword, removing the impurities in it little by little.
Duan Xiaomo had his eyes tightly shut and seemed like he would not be waking up anytime soon. He needed some time to adapt to the sudden recovery of his memory, and although his emotions were not complete, the death of his parents would certainly have left some shadows in his heart. Bearing the pain of losing both his parents at such a young age, he was probably not as composed as he looked.
