Chapter into motion, the Primordial Spirit in his elixir field was like a bottomless well, swallowing the medicinal potency in a consuming flood without wasting a single
Coming out of the Transmission Pavilion, Chen Qing turned the matter of the two attendant positions over in his mind.
Rather than rent those two positions to strangers and take on the associated risks, it was better to reserve them for people he knew well.
And within the entire Jingyang Blessed Land, who did he know well enough besides those who had come with him from Northern Cang?
Among those people, every additional Primordial Spirit cultivator meant one more measure of genuine strength when the time came to face the Night Clan.
With that thought settled, Chen Qing sent messages to each of them and arranged to meet three days later.
He then returned to the Xuanzhao Terrace and continued his cultivation in earnest.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
At the Cloud-Viewing Terrace, the sea of clouds churned and rolled in the abyss, and from time to time blossoms of cloud spray were caught by the mountain wind and dissolved into faint mist.
By the time Chen Qing arrived, the others were already there.