"Actually, farming and gardening here in the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect is quite nice..."
"If I can't get into the Inner Sect within ten years, I'll just apply to the Immortal Sect to be a Steward in the Spirit Plant Garden. That wouldn't be so bad either!"
Jing Huaisong chatted amicably with his old acquaintances from Great Yan.
Although he had lost his former spiritedness, he had entered a different state of being—one that seemed desireless on the surface but was, in fact, profound in its Mental Realm.
This was by no means him giving up; rather, it aligned with the Realm of the Natural Daoist Skill, of not forcing things.
Everyone could see this. After all, Jing Huaisong's Sword Intent was visibly much sharper than it had been during the Great Yan Dynasty.
Thus, many cast envious glances at Jing Huaisong's current state.
"Since everyone's here, please, find your seats!" Seeing that the gathering's atmosphere was even better than she had expected, Su Qingyu beamed.
