The expression of Fei Hong Ancestor suddenly became extremely solemn, falling into deep thought.
Zhao Sheng stood motionless, quietly waiting for the Ancestor to speak. Beside him, Chen Mingxue stood like a log, exuding an indifferent aura that repelled people a thousand miles away.
After a long time, an elderly voice echoed in the cave again: "...Go now! But remember to restrain greed and anger, think often of your wife and children when things arise, and finally... you must return alive."
"Grandson will sincerely follow the Ancestor's advice!"
Shortly after, Zhao Sheng left Feihong Cave.
Returning to the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, he told no one about this matter. Usually, he enjoyed himself when he should and cultivated when needed, acting as if nothing had happened.
Three months passed in a blink.
One day, after repeatedly sensing, he confirmed that the Spiritual Energy inside the stone had already dissipated by thirty percent.