Versatile Sword Cultivator

Leng Feiyan hadn't been gone long before she returned.

Lin Jichen hurriedly asked, "Master, how did it go?"

"Little Yue has already gone back," Leng Feiyan replied.

"That's good," Lin Jichen sighed in relief, then asked, "Master, did Senior Sister have anything to say to me?"

"She said she came to congratulate you on breaking through to the Golden Elixir stage. I told her you were still in seclusion and it wasn't convenient to disturb you."

As Leng Feiyan spoke, she gave Lin Jichen a sharp look, half-smiling. "I see Little Yue is quite concerned about you. Are you two close?"

Lin Jichen felt a bit guilty but nodded honestly. "Among the Inner Temple disciples, I'm closest to Senior Sister Nangong. She's the only one I can get along with in the Inner Temple."

Leng Feiyan's expression didn't change as she listened, and she remained silent, her thoughts unreadable.

After a moment, she sighed softly. "As your master, I only have you as a disciple here on Sword Palace Mountain. It does get a bit lonely. It's good that you can make friends with other disciples. I used to have a good friend too."

"Oh? Who was your friend, Master?" Lin Jichen asked curiously.

Leng Feiyan seemed to recall the past, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

"You don't know her. She wasn't from our Sword Sect. Besides, we had a misunderstanding and haven't been in contact for hundreds of years."

Lin Jichen wanted to ask more, but Leng Feiyan interrupted the topic.

"Let's not talk about it. An old friend isn't worth mentioning. What's past is past," Leng Feiyan said, not wanting to continue.