A long distance after Lin Yan flew away from the group on her sword, she stopped.
She had no idea where she was now, nor how far she was from the Mo family, so she dared not proceed further.
Moreover, she was severely injured. Although she had taken the medicinal pills, her wounds were still present. Lin Yan needed to find a place to recover.
She had originally intended to ask that person about her whereabouts, but seeing the expression on his face, as if he were afraid she would cling to his young master and do something detrimental to him, she couldn't bring herself to ask any further.
Therefore, she immediately put down her belongings and left, not wanting them to think she was someone who fawned over the powerful.
However, she had been traveling for so long and still hadn't encountered any inhabited areas. Without meeting people, she wouldn't know her location, and thus couldn't go back.
She jumped off her flying sword, casually broke off a few blades of grass, and used them for divination. After deducing a direction, Lin Yan took out her flying sword again and flew that way.
This direction was where she would find what she was looking for, though she was unsure what exactly that 'what' was.
The spiritual energy here was exceptionally dense. Lin Yan was certain she was no longer in the Southeast Region. The Southeast Region did not possess such concentrated spiritual energy; even if it did, it would have been occupied by various sects, not left desolate like this.
It seemed that the group had been traveling very fast, otherwise, they wouldn't have left the Southeast Region and arrived at this place she knew nothing about.
Lin Yan didn't know how long she had been unconscious, nor where she was. She needed to find a populated place as quickly as possible to understand her current situation.
The Ling Xiao Sword Sect was thriving, with people coming and going daily. However, these comings and goings consisted solely of registered disciples or outer disciples.
The sword cultivators of the Ling Xiao Sword Sect no longer needed to go out to earn money for their own cultivation, and the entire sect had become affluent. Yet, the elders, with the sect's newfound wealth, became even more idle and less involved in its affairs.
Xu Yi had become the administrator of the Ling Xiao Sword Sect. Although his cultivation was not high, it didn't matter as the higher-ups were unwilling to manage things.
He organized the account books, then rubbed his Jingming acupoint, realizing he needed to summon more people from the Xu family to help him.
These account books and sect affairs consumed too much of his time, leaving him with little opportunity for cultivation. Lately, his sword practice had been neglected.
He possessed ambition and a desire for control, but he did not want to let these trivial matters ruin his cultivation. Only with sufficient strength in his cultivation could he truly hold this power in his hands.
Instead of relying on others as he did now. As he was contemplating this, a young man walked in.
"Uncle-Master Xu." The person who entered was Yang Cong, who had come to deliver Lin Yan's letter.
"Did your master write a letter?" Xu Yi asked directly. Speaking of the senior disciple sister, Xu Yi was immensely impressed.
To have developed the Ling Xiao Sword Sect so greatly in such a short period and to have found new paths for the outer disciples – this was something he felt he would never achieve in his lifetime.
Not to mention that the several peaks of the Ling Xiao Sword Sect were all established by Lin Yan. Such a genius was beyond their reach.
Xu Yi felt they were indeed fortunate to have such a senior disciple sister leading the way; they only needed to strive to catch up from behind.
Three more days passed before Lin Yan learned the true location she was in. It was indeed no longer the Southeast Region; it was the Central Continent, albeit a rather remote part of it.
With such spiritual energy concentration in a remote area, she couldn't imagine the density of spiritual energy in the heart of the Central Continent.