Sing a Little Tune to Wake Her

Lu Tianming was not a man of the Literary Way, but these few sage-like words, spoken in such a refined manner, did sound rather convincing.

As soon as his voice fell, the mist behind Sect Master Peak seemed to be cleaved apart by a single sword. A Bluestone Path slowly emerged. This was the path leading to Meditation Cliff.

Lin Su and Dark Night stepped into it in one stride.

The mist behind them closed over again, and the entire scene fell silent.

Lu Tianming and the Great Elder turned around at the same time and vanished from the grounds at the same time...

The disciples looked at one another, each seeing shock in the others' eyes...

Cultivating in a sect came with dreams.

What were those dreams?

That one day, one could do whatever one pleased.

And the man who had barged into the sect today was the very embodiment of doing whatever he pleased.

By all rights, anyone who ascended Sect Master Peak without permission would be suppressed. Yet today, this man had spoken with the Sect Master, told her to keep any thoughts she had bottled up, and acted with peerless forcefulness. The Sect Master did not dare provoke him. The entire Bishui Sect did not dare provoke him!

He wanted to enter Meditation Cliff, the sect's forbidden ground, and they still had to let him in.

This was doing whatever one pleased!

This was the ultimate goal of all them Cultivators!

He had achieved it with ease while still in his twenties, while for them, it remained a distant, unimaginable goal...

Naturally, Zhou Yueru was among those feeling this way.

A moment ago, she had still been letting her imagination run wild over whether she might become the Sect Master's Personal Disciple. This moment, she suddenly