After several days of trekking, the group either flew, rode beasts, or walked, and finally returned to Immortal Spirit Island after a stormy journey.
Along the way, Han Qianqian considered for a long time, but in the end, he refused the offer of Jiang Hu Bai Xiao Sheng and the others and took everyone into the island.
Everyone was tired and fatigued and needed a short recuperation, and this place, Immortal Spirit Island, could provide treatment and recuperation for everyone for the time being.
Besides, Han Qianqian also had his own important business to attend to.
Although this might let Lu Yuan and the others know the general route to Immortal Spirit Island, Han Qianqian felt that there was no need to be overly anxious.
It was because since Hei Yu had once been Lu Ruoxin's person, it would be impossible for Lu Ruoxin not to know about the entire environment around the sea.
Therefore, whether Lu Yuan and the others knew about it or not was not really important to Han Qianqian.
When the group of people laboured back to the island, most of them had never seen such a beautiful island and were quite enchanted.
Most of the disciples of Baguio Palace stayed on the island, and after Han Qianqian and the others left, apart from basic cultivation, they decorated the island every day.
The girls were always handy, and the already beautiful island became even more beautiful with their careful decoration.
To anyone, resting and recuperating on such an island would be twice the effort.
With the people of Baguio Palace helping to look after the wounded, Han Qianqian could finally go about her business without fear.
In the pavilion in the backyard, Han Qianqian was holding Han Nian and looking carefully at the various medical books left behind by the old master in the cave, both to learn and to understand what had happened to Qin Shannon.
Behind him, in the twin cauldrons, the pills were being faintly refined.
This time, the City of Burning Bones was bound to be dangerous, and even though things were imminent, Han Qianqian knew very well that the more anxious he was, the more he had to play it safe, for once he failed, life would not come twice.
In the hut behind the twin tripods, Mo Yang, Blade Twelve, Liu Fang and Jiang Hu Bai Xiao Sheng were sitting cross-legged, entering into deep cultivation.
The cultivation levels of the four of them were too weak in relative terms, and whether it was for their own safety or to avoid them dragging their feet, it was necessary for the four of them to improve.
This was also the main reason for Han Qianqian to return to Immortal Spirit Island.
At the other end, on the corpse-rearing ground, Qin Frost was busy burying the seeds of the ginseng wares into the corpse-rearing ground.
As she was busy, at that moment, a beautiful figure slowly walked over, and when she saw Han Qianqian look up, she smiled slightly, "Alliance Master!"
"Have they all rested?"
"The disciples have all been cultivating according to your instructions, as for the group at the top of Blue Mountain, I've arranged for them to stay in the guest rooms, and now they've all rested, I've sent someone to covertly monitor the situation, if there's any movement, I'll report back to you immediately."
Han Qianqian smiled gently and nodded, "It's hard work for you."
Ning Yue shook her head and stroked Nian'er's head with some compassion before sitting down, "It's only harder for you guys to fight outside. By the way, Alliance Master, did you call me over to tell me about Fu Mang and Qiushui? The disciples have already told me, you don't need to take it too much to heart, rather it's the alliance master's wife who ......"
"That's not what I called you for." Han Qianqian shook his head bitterly and interrupted her words, not wanting to mention the unbearable past, and said, "There is something that I need to explain to you."
When she saw what Han Qianqian fished out of his arms, Ning Yue froze ......