Lechuan soon found a moment to be alone with Fang Qingyuan. He approached when Tu Dai'er had to take a rest, as Tu Wuzhao's Divine Spirit avatar had been present for too long.
The two arrived at the cliff's edge on the back mountain, the very spot where, years ago, Lechuan had taught Fang Qingyuan the Qi Eating Technique.
This was also where Lechuan performed his daily practice of "qi fishing." Back then, whenever Fang Qingyuan needed him, he would come to this spot to find him. The memories remained as clear as day.
The two gazed at the roiling sea of clouds before them. A listless sun hung in the sky, its fading light casting a detached glow.
For a time, both were silent. This master and disciple, once so close, now had a thick wall between them, erected in just ten short days.
Tragic.
A wave of sadness washed over Fang Qingyuan. He couldn't bring himself to hate Lechuan, the master to whom he owed so much. Lechuan hadn't sold him out; he had merely betrayed his trust.
