That day, a mass of clear cloud drifted in from afar through the Fulóng Mountains.
Two graceful figures stood atop the cloud.
A gentle breeze swept past, sending their hair fluttering.
The woman standing in front wore a tranquil expression, seeming to greatly enjoy the mountain wind brushing against her.
The woman behind her, however, kept smoothing her hair. Though her face appeared calm, her eyes constantly shifted.
"A Xiu, your heart was no longer at peace." A gentle voice came from the female Daoist at the front.
Wen Xiu could not help but curl her lips bitterly.
Who could truly remain as still as water when nearing one's hometown?
"Master, why must you be so resolute?"
Lushan Jun said blandly, "Since you entered my school, you should sever your mortal ties and regard fame and profit with indifference. Your talent was sufficient for the Golden Core, especially after you switched to my cultivation method. You should have advanced a thousand miles in a day, yet these years, you remained stuck at the Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer, unable to make the slightest progress. You concealed it well before, so I merely thought you had encountered temporary difficulties. It was not until your daughter came looking for you that I understood the reason."
Wen Xiu lowered her brows and eyes, murmuring, "But how could blood ties be severed so easily? Xiao Qing was the child I carried for ten months, whom I gave birth to only after expending my essence blood. I cannot do it... Master, did you not fail to do so back then as well?"
Lushan Jun frowned.
She indeed had not severed those so-called mortal ties back then. Instead, she had waited until her closest relatives passed away, then gradually forgotten those bonds through the power of time.