One still needed to try their best each day and night without dwelling one singular night; in so doing, they would be able to prolong their longevity.
Normally, Jing Jiu would just stand up and leave after having thought of this, but he didn't. He was sitting by the river of lava in a stupor.
He left Green Mountain to look for the whetstone for his right arm. But the demon bone found in the Fiend Prison had been used up, and the demon bones at the bottom of the Gathered-Soul Valley had turned into dusts. Where should he go to find more whetstones?
Jing Jiu was still the same person who didn't know that much about the mortal affairs, and he had changed a little bit in certain aspects. For instance, when he occasionally left Green Mountain to travel around the world, he would bring somebody with him, be it Gu Qing, Guo Dong, or Zhao Layue. He was not used to being all by himself now, and he felt a bit lonely now.