Compared to the cautious approach on the way there, the return trip was much faster.
As the gap above them gradually widened, the darkness beneath their feet slowly faded away.
Along the way, Zhong Lin couldn't hide the happiness on his face. Although he had accumulated some wealth with his alchemy skills during the few months since he joined the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, most of it had been invested in his cultivation. When he left, he was penniless, cleaner than a monk, but now he returned with a hefty sum.
Indeed, a horse can't get fat without night grass, a person can't be wealthy without unexpected fortune!
"Senior Sister Tang, will you seclude yourself for cultivation as soon as we return to the sect?"
Chu Yu couldn't hide her reluctance. She was very satisfied with this small group, and if Tang Yimei went into seclusion, the group would naturally dissolve.
