The Spirit Boat traveled through the clouds, and everyone looked back in unison at the increasingly distant Bei Ya Mountain.
Some were wondering when they could visit again.
Some were recalling the wondrous sights of the Flower Festival.
Song Yan, however, was thinking about that night, about Cong Yuzhen facing the yellow-robed demonic Cultivator, and that seemingly not-so-powerful Sword Qi.
"That demonic Cultivator, like Senior Cong, was also in the Foundation Establishment Realm."
"Moreover, he had demonic Qi protecting him... yet Senior Cong cut him down with a single Sword Qi..."
He muttered to himself, if not for Senior Brother Lu Ziye informing him, he would have truly thought he had met a fellow Sword Cultivator, as the opponent was a famous Spiritual Root Cultivator prodigy of the Sheyang Sect.
"One day, will I also be able to forge such a Sword Qi?"
...Two days later.
The mountain gate of the Cave Abyss Sect came into everyone's view.
