The next day.
Cheng Xinzhan finished listening to Dou Chong’s explanation about the origins of the good corpses in those corpse-houses, and had already arranged the altar formations.
All that remained was waiting.
At that moment he noticed the talisman for Fire Dragon Island in the virtual realm humming.
He pulled it out.
“Are you in closed-door retreat? If you can get away, come over,” said Tang Yusheng’s voice.
It sounded like he was asking, but Cheng Xinzhan knew that when someone two ranks higher in the upper echelon personally called, it was no longer a question.
“I’ll be right there.”
He replied, rose, and left, leaving the Eight-Treasure Cloud-Glow Veil to conceal things.
“Daoist He?” he called outside He Lingfu’s cave.
“Come in,” He Lingfu answered, and withdrew the restriction at the door.
Cheng Xinzhan didn’t step inside.
He stood at the threshold and said, “He Daoist, I’m going out for a while. Do you want to come with me to see what’s happening on the Demon Island? If you want to keep sitting in meditation you can; when you’re recovered enough we’ll go.”
“Wait a moment, I’ll be right out.”
In ten or so breaths she appeared.