Subsequently, the calm-faced Brother conveyed a few more words, and the two parted ways.
...
That night.
The moon was bright and stars sparse.
"I must make a trip to Shangyang Inner Scenery!"
Jiang Ning sat in the pavilion by the lake, the moonlight reflecting off the lake onto the pavilion, illuminating it brightly.
At this moment, he could feel the token deep within his Spirit Platform, belonging to the True Disciple of Shangyang Immortal Sect, pulsating once again.
This signified that after a month's interval, he could again spend a day at Shangyang Immortal Sect's Inner Scenery.
"This time, my Divine Soul should truly become Pure Yang?"
He murmured internally.
Then.
He summoned Linglong to act as his protector, watchful of any commotion around.
Although the Inner World was extraordinarily magical, spending a day there was equivalent to a mere moment here.
But this moment implied he was without protection, requiring someone to guard over him.
