"So that's how it is."
After listening to Mu Qiuyan's story, Li Chang'an couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion.
Time flies, and the years are merciless.
Back then, they had walked the same path in search of the Immortal Dao.
Everyone's lives converged before the Immortal Sect's gates, only to be separated by its cruel entrance examination, ultimately setting them on different paths.
Some achieved a Righteous Foundation Establishment, some walked the path of a Tribulation Cultivator, and others faded into obscurity...
After countless years, even if they were to meet again, it was impossible to recapture the feelings of the past.
All that remained was a single "Fellow Daoist," a greeting that spoke volumes of the hardships they had endured along the way.
"Qiuyan, what are your plans for the future?"
"I still want to kill someone."
"Who?"
"Liu Xian, a Foundation Establishment Elder of the Cyan Cloud Sect."
"Why do you want to kill him?"
Li Chang'an inquired.
