Lu Ming stood silently where he was, his thoughts already scattered to the winds.
Looking back on his life, it had begun outside Shuofeng City. Back then, he had been poor and destitute. When he first met Ningyun, he had swiftly lowered his head.
When the hurricane passed, only the grass that bent remained.
That had been his thought at the time.
Later, when he rose to prominence overnight, although he forged ahead with indomitable courage, he still left himself plenty of room to maneuver at every turn.
This continued until he reached the Gangqi Realm and was about to leave the sect to train and travel. Ningyun had asked him whether he would only lower his head to her once in this lifetime.
In truth, she had been worried that he was too unyielding and would break easily.
His answer had been that as long as his heart knew no fear, temporarily fleeing when he could not defeat an enemy would not affect his state of mind in the slightest. He could simply return once he had surpassed that enemy.
Afterward, he had always followed that principle. If he could win, he fought; if he could not, he ran. He had never thought there was anything wrong with it.
But why was he doubting himself now?
Lu Ming kept questioning himself, seeking an answer. Yet it was always like the moon in a mirror, a flower in water—there was forever a veil separating reality from illusion, blocking him.
After an unknown length of time passed, the gatehouse ahead still shone brilliantly. However, perhaps because this place truly was remote enough, after Nether Evil Venerable and Azure Wing Venerable had arrived last, no other living beings appeared.
Not even the ferocious beasts that should have existed within Blood Colored Valley.