On this trip to Jise Peak of Luopo Mountain, the old scholar had come in a rush and left in a rush. Yet he had not told Chen Ping'an why. He trusted that this Final Disciple had already guessed.
It was still because of that Panshui discourse on the Dao held by Venerable Master Confucius, where they had discussed matters related to Ask the Heavens. The old scholar was rather skilled in this area. Whether debating the Dao with that old gentleman at the White Jade Capital imitation or transmitting the Dao to Yu Xuan beyond the heavens, he had displayed the depth of his learning. Only then had he been able to request leave from the Sage of Ritual and slip away midway for half an hour to make this trip to Luopo Mountain.
In the end, though the old scholar dearly wished to stay a few more days, he could only apologize bitterly to those children. Then he pulled Chen Ping'an aside and walked a short stretch of mountain road with him, speaking quickly. The old man asked several crucial questions. "Are you confident about returning to Jade Purity in this period of seclusion?"
Chen Ping'an had one good trait—an exceptionally good one. He would never deliberately tell a well-intentioned lie just to reassure someone.
"I have some confidence. Sir, you need not worry about that. Taking a step back, I have my own means of covering the bottom line."
"As for the tempering method of the Night Roaming Sword, have you not asked Bai Ye about it?"
After all, it was the tip of "Taibai," one of the four immortal swords.
Back then, Chen Ping'an atop the city wall, Fei Ran in the Savage World, Liu Cai beside Zou Zi, and Zhao Yao traveling through the Five-Colored