The following morning, everyone gathered in the courtyard of the villa to share a final meal before departing the subterranean Bufa City. While their stay in the city had been brief, amounting to barely ten days, one look around the gathering of young cultivators made it clear that the city had left its mark on all of them.
"Everyone," Wu Ling said, looking around the gathered group. As much as he wished to appear before them again as Wu Ling, he wouldn't be able to shed his identity as Hua Qianhu until they had put some distance between themselves and the city. Besides, what he needed to say next should come from Hua Qianhu.
