Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, two years had passed.

Business at the Xuanhua Fragrance Shop was booming, and everything else remained as tranquil as ever.

The troubles Yuan Ming had anticipated never arose; the people from Zhenling Sect had not found their way here.

In the secret chamber of residence number eighty-six, Yuan Ming sat cross-legged, his body faintly radiating a green glow.