"Go on."
Li Baichuan waved his hand.
Chen Qing took a deep breath, cupped his fists in a salute, and turned to leave.
Silence returned to the courtyard, with only the ancient Pill Furnace radiating a quiet warmth.
Li Baichuan sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, murmuring to himself, "When the Pill is formed, the dragon and tiger appear; the dragon and tiger observe the mortal world... This Pill is only missing the final catalyst."
...
Perched on the back of the Golden Feathered Eagle, Chen Qing was eager to return, his heart like an arrow loosed for home.
He had originally planned to greet Sect Leader He Yuzhou and Elder Sang, but with the general outline in hand, his only desire was to return to his Quiet Chamber in the Celestial Treasure Upper Sect to comprehend it. He pushed the thought aside for now.
The Golden Feathered Eagle's wings stirred the air currents, its speed like a flash of lightning as the mountains and rivers below flew backward in a blur.
