182 Condensing the Purple Mansion

When Jiang Yi woke up, he realized that it was already the next afternoon; and he was even helped back to Zhan Wushuang's courtyard in the Hidden Dragon Pavilion. He didn't say anything; neither did he ask anything. He just ate something and began his cultivation.

After cultivating for an entire afternoon, Jiang Yi expression seemed to have regained his usual composure while he ate his dinner—as though nothing ever happened yesterday. Qian Wanguan, Zhan Wushuang, and Zhan Lin'er weren't so silly to go mention it either. After he ate and drank well, Jiang Yi suddenly asked as though he recalled something, "Fire Lingzhi. Do you guys know anything about it?"

"Fire Lingzhi?"