Changqing Mountain.
Inside the cave residence.
Wang Lingya wore a reverent expression as she bowed deeply.
"This junior pays her respects to Elder Changqing."
"There's no need for such formalities."
Li Chang'an sent out a gentle stream of Magical Power to help her up.
With a mild expression, he casually asked about Wang Lingya's experiences over the years.
Wang Lingya recounted what she had seen and heard in her Sect.
As she spoke, she felt a secret sense of relief.
Her decision to leave Changqing Mountain all those years ago had been the right one.
After so many years, Li Chang'an was still at the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment, seemingly without a shred of progress.
The outside world's assessment of him was still summed up by a single word: Turtle.
