Don't Worry, We Will Definitely Not Fight This Time

"Disciple-Nephew Qi Yuan, what brings you out?"

The weather was warm again. Qi Yuan wore a long robe and carried a horsetail whisk. He floated from the Little Qiong Peak to the opening.

Qi Yuan bowed and answered, "I'm just going out for a walk, nothing much. Recently, I've been feeling uneasy."

"Good."

The old Perfected Immortal guarding the gate did not probe further. He smiled kindly and opened the gate, letting Qi Yuan ride the cloud towards the sky outside the mountain.

Qi Yuan was quite famous on the mountain because he had conducted a Deliverance by Execution and become a Turbid Immortal.

However, his reputation was not always good. Occasionally, people would mock him.

After Li Changshou finished refining that batch of pills, he waited for another four months before his master came out of seclusion and went out for a stroll.