Published: February 25, 2025
"Are you a pig's brain?"
Upon hearing that they could stay inside the pagoda and scroll to cultivate for three days, all the disciples were extremely excited.
Shen Subing then announced, "Our faction has a total of forty Time-Space Pagodas, each accommodating 108 people, which means a total of 4,320 people."
"In addition, there are nineteen Mustard Seed Space-Time Scrolls..."
Tan Yun did not leave. He wanted to ask Shen Subing if Zhong Wu Shi Yao and Xue Ziyan could enter cultivation in three days.
"Chief, I have a small request," Tan Yun said respectfully, looking at Shen Subing.
“Thank you, Chief,” Tan Yun replied respectfully.
“Thank you, Meritorious Chief,” Zhong Wu Shi Yao and Xue Ziyan said gratefully.
After expressing their thanks, when Tan Yun and the others were leaving, they heard a conversation behind them: “Sister, why delay the other disciples' cultivation for my sake?”
“Sister, besides congratulating you, I just thought about entering the scroll for five years and not being able to see my master during that time.”
“I want to wait for three days to see if my master will come for me. I miss him a bit.”
Hearing this, Tan Yun, who had his back to Shen Subing, trembled slightly, then flew away on his Flying Sword with the others.
Tan Yun's earlier change was clearly seen by Shen Subing atop the high platform.
As night fell, on the summit of the Meritorious Immortal Mountain, Shen Subing and Shen Suzhen stood gracefully, reminiscing about the past years.
Shen Suzhen noticed that Shen Subing seemed a bit distracted but did not ask about it.
Time passed, and on the following night, Shen Subing gazed at the pitch-black sky, lost in thought.
“Little sister, don’t wait foolishly; you’ve already waited two days,” Shen Suzhen said as she stepped out of the Meritorious Immortal Palace. “Your master won’t just happen to come see you within three days.”
Shen Subing suddenly turned around, her tone firm, “Sister, I believe my master will come!”
Time flew by, and another day passed; the night was starless and as dark as ink.
“Foolish girl, you’ve been standing for three days; your master isn’t coming,” Shen Suzhen said as she walked up gracefully to Shen Subing.
At that moment, Shen Subing’s face was filled with disappointment. “Perhaps he doesn’t want to come.”
“Sister, I have a question for you.” Shen Suzhen suddenly spoke up.
“Sister, what is it?” Shen Subing asked absentmindedly.
Shen Suzhen looked puzzled. “Are you… developing feelings for your master? I can see you’re not yourself these past few days.”
“Sister, what are you talking about? I don’t like him at all,” Shen Subing said, her cheeks turning red.
Shen Suzhen shook her head with a smile, pulling Shen Subing closer. “You still say that? Your heart is already written all over your face.”
“Little sister, it’s not easy to meet someone you love. If you like your master, you should boldly confess to him.”
“Sister, what if he refuses?” Shen Subing bit her lip.
“If you’re too shy, wait until I see your master, and I’ll help you speak to him,” Shen Suzhen said, taking it upon herself.
“Sister, please don’t!” Shen Subing raised her voice a few decibels, which sounded particularly clear in the night sky.
Suddenly, a shadow descended from the sky, transforming into Tan Yun dressed in Turtle Breathing Cold Veil. His aged voice emerged, “Disciple, I have come to see you.”
Shen Subing’s heart blossomed with delight. She turned around and ran to Tan Yun, wrapping her arms around him, “Master, you’ve come! I missed you!”
“Master, did you miss me?”
Being embraced by Shen Subing made Tan Yun’s heart race. He lightly coughed, “Of course, I missed my precious disciple.”
Upon hearing this, Shen Subing’s face lit up with joy, slightly shy as she released Tan Yun from her embrace.
“Eh?” Tan Yun feigned surprise as he looked at Shen Suzhen not far away. “Disciple, is she your sister?”
“Really good at acting,” Shen Subing thought to herself and said, “Master, this is Suzhen, my sister.”