Three days passed in a flash.

In the spell formation on the ninth peak in the Yunmen Clan, Xu Qing had finally benefited from the mountains’ strong spirit energy and the violet crystal enough to fully recover from his dao injury. When he opened his eyes, his previously wan face now had a healthy flush to it. He no longer felt sick and weak. The cough that had been plaguing him for a year was now gone. He could breathe deeply without any trouble. As for his eyes, they were now sharp and clear like they had been before.

During the process of healing, his cultivation base had grown stronger, and he had gained even deeper enlightenment of his various daoist magics.

He had changed a lot in the last year. A year before, he had been like a sharp dagger. After the year of recovery and cultivation, he was now like a sharp sword. And that sword was sheathed! Its sharp tip was hidden.

It’s time to leave.