Liang Yi stood up, dusted off his butt and thought to himself, "Once there are too many lice, there's no worry of itching, and once meat has reached your mouth, there is no reason to spit it out."
He turned his head to glance at the floating talismans and Sword Qi inscriptions one last time, before leaving the Scripture Transmission Tower with sprightly steps. His recent experiment with the Qinglian Creation had already delayed him for a good two hours, and it was nearly approaching evening.
Liang Yi oriented himself and decided to first prepare dinner for his junior sister and master.
However, after a fruitless search for his junior sister around the courtyard, Liang Yi stood with his hands on his hips, clueless about where to find her. After all, he was only familiar with a few places on Youdao Mountain: his master's dwelling, his own and his junior sister's residence, the kitchen, and the Scripture Transmission Tower.