Zhang Weiyun held Xu Fan's arm as she watched Venerable Xuanqing step into the Immortal Gate, one step at a time.
In the Cultivation World, the only Cultivator who could make him harbor such resentment while still living so comfortably was Venerable Xuanqing, who spent all day dragging his wife around the Cultivation World.
The key was that he could not even say anything. His wife had been taken in as Venerable Xuanqing's Disciple since childhood.
Given their status back then, it had been a climb above their station. It was only right for a Disciple to roam the Cultivation World with her master.
"Go to the Immortal World already. Leave Weiyun to me without worry." Xu Fan waved at Venerable Xuanqing, who kept looking back every few steps.
He had already envisioned the wonderful life ahead, and he was a little excited now.
But just as Venerable Xuanqing was about to enter the Immortal Gate—
A woman in Immortal Armor suddenly emerged from within.
The woman gave Xu Fan an indifferent glance before shifting her gaze to Zhang Weiyun.
"You and I are fated. You may become my ninth disciple."
Her voice was ethereal and illusory, as though it had drifted from the depths of ancient time.
In that instant, Xu Fan felt the entire world being suppressed. Time seemed frozen within a special space.
It was as though the entire Feather Realm had been pulled into another dimension, one where time itself had no meaning.
With a light beckoning gesture from the woman in armor, Zhang Weiyun flew into the sky as if beyond her own control.
Zhang Weiyun could not move at all. Only her eyes revealed her fear of the unknown and her reluctance to leave Xu Fan.
"Senior, becoming a master and disciple should be