After staying in Shouming Palace for a few days, Zhang Yan, accompanied by Qin Nan, rode the wind back to Zhao You Heavenly Pond.
His visit did not attract much attention. Even the maids of Shouming Palace, except for the female cultivator who had hosted him, merely assumed he had come to visit Qin Nan, and that his audience with True Master Peng was nothing more than an act of courtesy.
Returning to the main hall, Zhang Yan settled on the jade couch. With a sweep of his sleeve, over a hundred white jade gourds fell onto the ground before him.
These were all brimming with true sand that resembled jadeite beads formed from dewdrops—glistening and radiant, overflowing with spiritual energy. They were packed so full that it seemed as though they might tremble loose with the faintest vibration.
With a slight smile, Zhang Yan found that his earlier conjectures were correct after all; True Master Peng's cave mansion indeed harbored a few hidden Earth Evil Spirit Veins.
