It was a normal day at the Sacred Jewel Sect. Shoots were popping up at the foot of the divine mountain, where a wooden cabin was hidden among the trees. Lean was training there alone, and her peace of mind was boosting her cultivation.
After absorbing all the fire laws stored in the World of Flames, she didn't tell anyone anything. She just isolated herself in that spot, waiting for the two to return. Few people visited the World of Flames since most cultivators were mediocre. So it would take a while for her absence to be noticed, and even then, it would take time for them to connect it to her disappearance.
Every morning, Lean looked at the stone passage, waiting for Heril. There was no doubt she would return because of the unknown man—nothing would happen while he was around.
