All good things must come to an end. The Nine Heavens Fire Simurgh beside him let out a long cry to the heavens, its wings spreading to blot out the sun and sky. It was a living Divine Beast.
It seemed even Eight Discount sensed the parting. No matter where Wang Meng went, he would not be coming back.
At that moment, Wang Meng appeared at Thunderlight Hall, in front of his own dilapidated thatched hut. The hut, battered by wind and rain, had lost its shape and become a forgotten corner of the world. But this place held all of Wang Meng's memories.
Sanmao followed beside Wang Meng, feeling the dust-covered table and chairs. An indescribable feeling welled up in Wang Meng's heart. He'd never realized he could be so sentimental.
'Do I really have to ascend?'
