Two hours later, Song Yan returned to Green Leaf Peak.
There were no sound transmission talismans at the entrance of the Immortal Cave, so it seemed these past few days had been peaceful.
He thought about it, and it was true; in a vast Cave Abyss Sect with tens of thousands of Disciples, how could everything concern him?
The feeling of not being noticed actually gave him a strange sense of peace.
Since the trip to the Foundation Establishment Immortal Cave, many incidents had weighed on his heart like a heavy stone.
He had pondered daily and schemed nightly.
Not a moment of relaxation.
Now that Dan Zifeng was eliminated, his heart felt unburdened, and his thoughts were clear.
Even the other unfinished matters now seemed to hold no anxiety.
He sat cross-legged in his Immortal Cave, not taking Medicinal Pills, nor absorbing Spirit Stones.
He merely relied on the natural Spiritual Qi of Green Leaf Peak to slowly restore his spiritual power.
