Sunrise and moonset, the constellations shift and rotate.
Days passed one by one, and in the blink of an eye, half a year had flown by. Ye Xuan's injuries had been healing day by day, and his cultivation had recovered to the realm of a Heavenly Immortal. However, he was still far from reaching the state of a Taiyin Mystic Immortal. According to his estimation, he needed at least another two years.
Over the past six months, Ye Xuan had been living reclusively in the stone house of the young protégé Li Jiangliu. One could truly say he did not set foot outside. Aside from ingesting Immortal Pills and meditating daily, there were no other affairs on his mind.
Li Jiangliu was deeply afraid that someone might detect Ye Xuan's presence, and he was rather disoriented every day, to the extent that his own cultivation could not progress with full concentration.
