Something soft and gentle, extremely focused, reflecting only his own image.

"Master," as he handed the sheath back to Ye Jiuya, Chen Weichen spoke, his voice quite self-satisfied, "His realm is indeed not as high as yours."

Ye Jiuya sheathed his sword: "Not necessarily."

The Daoist was immersed in the momentary enlightenment just now, with no thought to spare for the outside, so only Lu Hongyan heard this brief exchange.

After crossing a bridge and entering the Biyu Heavenly Pavilion, they took their seats in the main hall.

In the path of immortality, there are no roundabout ways. After exchanging pleasantries, Lu Lanshan got straight to the point.

"The reason for inviting Swordmaster Ye here is twofold. First, I admire your elegance. Second, I wish to revisit the North-South Sword Conference gathering from years past," he said. "After that stopped, the immortal path has been in a slump. Each sect has closed its doors to cultivate in seclusion, making no progress. Only demonic cultivation incidents have been on the rise, a predicament that has persisted for years. Only if our Northern and Southern sword sects take the lead again to reignite the atmosphere of debating the Dao and examining the heart can it benefit the young disciples and restore the vitality of the immortal path."

"I also have a request," Ye Jiuya said slowly.

"What is it?" Lu Lanshan was slightly surprised.

"I wish to enter the Guixu realm."

After discussing the important matters for a short while, it was time to arrange accommodations.

They were temporarily staying at the Liuli Heavenly Pavilion, situated across from the Biyu Heavenly Pavilion and close to the disciples' residences.

There were quite a few female disciples on the Sword Platform - perhaps due to the spiritual mountains and beautiful waters here, the young ladies were all very pleasant.

Chen Weichen had a handsome appearance and an amiable personality. In no time, he became acquainted with the young ladies and received a warm welcome.

The older senior sisters, with their ethereal auras and tranquil demeanors, paid no heed to such matters. Thus, those who came were all young girls around fifteen or sixteen years old.

Unfortunately, the young ladies were not here for him, but for the master he had just acknowledged on the boat.

"Senior Brother Chen, what does Swordmaster Ye usually do?"

Chen Weichen recalled, "He practices his sword on the mountain peak."

"What else?"

"It seems that's all."

"Does Swordmaster Ye have a sweetheart?"

"This..." Chen Weichen pondered for a moment, "You all know he cultivates the Heartless Dao - most likely he does not."

"I heard that after Swordmaster Ye entered the Sword Pavilion as a youth, his fellow senior sister disciples would secretly watch him every day instead of focusing on their cultivation, angering the Pavilion Master. Is that true?"

Chen Weichen chuckled, "I actually didn't know about this."

"Senior Brother Chen, go ask him!" The young ladies chattered.

"There are very few female disciples in the Sword Pavilion. This is probably fabricated by others."

"Then, what does Swordmaster Ye like to eat and drink?"

Chen Weichen looked at these curious young ladies, feeling a bit curious himself, "You like him that much?"

The young ladies stuck out their tongues.

Young Master Chen's eyes curved into a smile, "Those who practice the sword must have a focused mind and spirit. With you all like this, does Lord Lanshan not manage you?"

The young ladies suddenly acted like they were reminded of something, their demeanor turning sneaky. They even tiptoed to look toward the Biyu Heavenly Pavilion where Lu Lanshan resided, shyly saying, "We came in secret. Senior Brother Chen, you must not tell Lord Lanshan or Swordmaster Ye!"

"Does he discipline you very strictly?"

The young ladies frowned, at a loss for words, "Not exactly... In any case..."

"Hmm?"

"It's hard to say..." The young ladies were a bit dejected.

Seeing this, Chen Weichen didn't press further. He asked about the scenery on the immortal island, and the young ladies became lively again.

When Wen Hui entered, he saw his young master holding a painted fan in a refined manner, conversing with the young ladies in light blue robes and thin gauzy sleeves.

These young female disciples were still afraid of being noticed by their own Lord Lanshan. After playing around for a while, they scattered like wisps of clouds.

However, Chen Weichen retracted the faint smile from the corners of his eyes and walked to the window. He had been arranged to stay in a pavilion on the southern part of the island. Looking down, he could see a large expanse of pale jade-like qiong trees with a lotus pond in the center. In the distance, there was a blue-green grassland with a flowing stream, pebbles in the stream, and white cranes perched on the stones.

Flower petals drifted down in the forest like light feathers. The sound of a clear, empty guqin had been playing all day.

A female disciple in green robes was playing the guqin, her eyes slightly lowered, her demeanor extremely tranquil.

By the stream under a tree, there was a stone table and stone stools. Two people were playing a game of Go, their manners calm as they placed stones without a word.

It was quiet, like the stillness between Lu Lanshan's brows, too quiet, as if it were a stagnant pool.

His brows furrowed slightly.

"Did you see those young ladies just now?" he asked.

"I did," Wen Hui obediently replied.

"They were quite lively - but in just a few short years, they turn into this state. Although cultivation devours people," Chen Weichen looked at the guqin-playing woman, tapping the fan handle on the windowsill a few times, deep in thought, "it seems to be devouring them too quickly."