Underground.
Pang Jian maintained a gentlemanly deportment, not to entangle further, yet he still cherished the memory greatly.
"Shifu didn't deceive me; on the long cultivation journey, there are indeed exceptional scenes that intoxicate the traveler, truly indescribable wonders."
He had developed a taste for it.
Belonging to him, his Divine Consciousness Inspiration soared skyward, and as it was about to reach the surface, he gradually felt the difficulty.
He knew that deep beneath the earth, the penetration and roaming of Divine Sense were severely limited.
After reflecting for a moment, to get a clearer view of the Star Moon Valley, to catch another glimpse of that white-robed woman who called herself Ying Yue, he ascended from five hundred to three hundred zhang above the bedrock.
At this underground height, he could spy on the scenes within Star Moon Valley.
It was another deep night, the bright moon like a silver plate, stars like precious diamonds.
