Finding His Own Path

In a mountain range somewhere in the Great Thousand World.

A young man dressed in magnificent robes wielded the longsword in his hand. Sword qi soared into the clouds, suddenly shooting forth like a startled swan.

Then, an earth-shaking aura erupted.

"Little one, it is time for us to return. Pavilion Master just sent word, ordering us to head back to the Ascending Heaven Pavilion."

Linglong landed steadily on the ground, her arms folded over her chest as she looked lightly at Li Muchen before her.

Li Muchen sheathed his sword, tipped back his head, and took a swig of wine. Turning to look at his stunningly beautiful mother in the distance, he said, "Mother, why are you all urging me? Besides, this place is quite nice—peaceful, and a good place to practice swordsmanship."

Linglong shook her head helplessly and strode over. Pinching Li Muchen's cheek, she said, "You little brat, you have been away from home for so long, yet you have never even mentioned going back. You may not miss home, but I do."

Li Muchen winced in pain. "Mother, you miss my father, don't you?"

"You brat, just see if I do not teach you a lesson."

Li Muchen chuckled and immediately dodged aside. Then he said softly, "Mother, let us return tomorrow. I need to say farewell to my teacher."

Linglong nodded slightly. She had been away from the Ascending Heaven Pavilion for so long that she did not know how it was doing now. Since she had the time, she should go back and take a look.

If she had not been worried about this little brat, she would have returned long ago.

Linglong looked into the distance, where a young man in white sat elegantly and leisurely drinking tea. From time to time, he