Li Qingyang had a lover; this had been mentioned when he became an Iron Bone Sect disciple.
Several years had passed, yet he had not gone looking for her, because she felt that her status was unworthy of Qingyang City's number one genius and had deliberately avoided him.
Perhaps there was no greater distance in this world than that.
Not seeking her did not mean he had forgotten her. Li Qingyang merely hoped that once he possessed absolute strength, he could stand before her and loudly tell this world that placed such weight on social standing: only I can be unworthy of you—never you of me.
Although after becoming an Eternal Sect Disciple, he had gradually been reduced to the chief steward and had even gone somewhat astray in his passion for civil engineering, his heart's determination to become strong had never wavered.
"Work hard."
Jun Changxiao patted his disciple's shoulder and said, "Until one day, you ride seven-colored clouds and marry her back beneath the gaze of all."
"Seven-colored clouds?" Li Qingyang looked utterly bewildered.
Jun Changxiao did not explain. He returned to Dragon Head Peak and entered the Heaven Origin Soul Suppressing Tower once more.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The rhythmic crack of a whip echoed through the air.
"Ahhh—!"
Soul, bound by ropes, let out a heart-rending scream.
This whipping that struck directly at the soul was simply too exquisitely agonizing, while the unclean things within him were slowly being purified bit by bit.
It was hard to imagine that one of the nine Soul Clans that had thrown the Ancient Era into chaos ten thousand years ago would suffer such inhumane treatment.
"Master!"
As Erya lashed him, she said, "There are quite a lot of unclean things inside this fellow. I'm afraid it'll take several months to