Jiang Yuanshan looked like a god.
He stood at the point where true energy converged at the very top of the grand formation. The breeze stirred his long robe, making its lapels flutter faintly.
His cold gaze looked down upon the formation, watching Lu Chengwen, Long Aotian, and Zhao Ritian fight desperately within it.
If Jiang Yuanshan had previously been blinded by hatred, then at this very moment, his eyes held nothing but indifference and bone-deep chill.
No one knew what he was thinking, nor did anyone know how he viewed the three young men within the formation.
But Jiang Yuanzheng and the other Jiang Family experts all knew one thing—
Jiang Yuanshan's state of mind had changed.
His thoughts had become complicated and conflicted, yet his gaze had grown increasingly cold and sinister.
From the bottom of his heart, he admired these three young men. He even envied them.
He envied how they pressed onward, racking their brains and struggling bravely to break his Eight Immortals Heavenly Tribulation formation.
He envied how, for a simple emotion or belief, they could be so rash and impulsive, so sincere and passionate, so hot-blooded and valiant...
Lu Chengwen fought for justice, Zhao Ritian for brotherhood, and Long Aotian for the honor of being his sect's chief disciple.
None of them feared death. They could even be said to be bound by life and death.
Among everyone present, only Jiang Yuanshan understood just how rare young men like them were in today's Jianghu.
These three reminded him of the Jianghu he had seen as a child.
Wave after wave of "fools" would spill their blood and stake their lives on a simple belief.
That Jianghu had been filled with blood-soaked romance;
That Jianghu had been filled with generosity and tragic songs;
That Jianghu