The most valuable treasure in this world is time. However, for cultivators, time is insignificant in the process of cultivation.
Does she count as a cultivator?
Probably not.
For Yun Qian, time held no meaning in the past. It was the young man before her who gave time its context and meaning.
"How often can we meet?"
Listening to Yun Qian's question, Xu Chang'an sighed softly. He wouldn't make promises he couldn't keep, so he seriously replied, "Celestial Bright Peak has its own rules, and Muyu Peak has its own rules."
As an Internal Affairs Steward of Muyu Peak, and with the Chaoyun Sect's current clearly defined factions, he must always be careful in his actions.
Yun Qian asked, "Is it like in Beisang City, every few months?"
Even though three to five months pass in the blink of an eye, Yun Qian still hoped that blink would last as short as possible.
"It's every three to five days."
"Really?"
