Outside the cave dwelling.
Under the bright sunshine, Lin Chang'an rarely found time to relax, lying on a chair.
Perhaps this ease comes with strength. Now that he truly has the confidence to contend with Nascent Soul cultivators, he no longer feels the previous sense of restraint within the sect.
Previously, he always felt cautious doing anything in the sect because of the presence of two Nascent Soul cultivators, and even harbored a sense of urgency in his heart.
"Congratulations, Young Master, on your cultivation progress."
Under the peach tree, a sword servant in a tight-fitting black outfit respectfully brewed tea on the side.
Lin Chang'an squinted at the blooming pink peach blossoms. It's a stroke of luck to emerge from seclusion just in time to witness the beauty of spring.
"Ling'Er, your cultivation is not lacking either. You've worked hard over the years."
