"Has it been almost half a year since we last met?"
"Unlike Brother Chu, this poor Daoist has been cultivating a spiritual field on a small island in the outer sea. These past six months have been a critical time; I’m often tending to it and dare not leave."
As they spoke, Chu Weiyang stood side by side with the Dan Sect’s Daoist Du Zhan, chatting in a relaxed and pleasant manner.
In the past, many sects could be said to have formed good karmic ties with Chu Weiyang.
But those truly worthy of learning from, to have a debt of cause and effect to settle with Chu Weiyang, were only two: the Li Hen Palace and the Dan River Valley.
Aside from older matters involving the shadowy paths of yin and ghostly fiends, Zhong Chaoyuan, and the Mysterious Treasure Mirror, which were long past and not worth mentioning here.
It was solely the Dan Sect’s assistance to him that counted—a refuge during calamities in past years, as well as the “Snap Finger Elixir Chapter” and the precious pill gifted to Chun Yu Zhi when she attained Dao—these were all favors and debts of kindness that Chu Weiyang must repay.
Thus, upon hearing Du Zhan’s words, Chu Weiyang smiled readily, easily flowing like good water.
He could already imagine Du Zhan diligently tending that spiritual field, nurturing precious medicines.