"Clang! Clang!"
Wudang Golden Summit shone with boundless radiance.
The Dao bell rang, cleansing away dust and worldly cares, transforming vexation into forgetfulness.
A massive bird flew across the sky from South Rock, passing over the Golden Summit before slowly ascending, carrying the two figures on its back swiftly out of sight amid the countless gazes from Wudang Mountain.
"Patriarch, farewell in the martial world!"
"Patriarch, you came and went in such a hurry. This humble one did not even get the chance to secretly ingratiate himself with you before you soared away."
"Our Patriarch broke through to a major realm here in Wudang this time. Even our own Patriarch, True Person Zhang, personally protected him and drove away that great villain Xiong Ba. From now on, Black Wind Stronghold and the Wudang Sect will truly be one family. We Wudang Eight Desolations disciples are the most orthodox Eight Desolations disciples in the world."
"Hehehe, well said! Of all the Eight Desolations under heaven, Wudang should be revered above all!"
Watching the Demonic Eagle's receding figure, countless Wudang players discussed the matter animatedly. A small number of Eight Desolations disciples who knew one another's identities even openly exchanged words.
On South Rock, Zhang Wuji gazed sorrowfully at Jiang Dali's departing back. He only felt that the martial world was vast and distant, while his master was even more distant, like an unfathomable master beyond his reach. Every brief reunion was followed by the melancholy of a long separation.
Yet he also remembered what his master had said: every parting was for the sake of a better reunion.
The martial world was a crossing through turbulent waters, and practicing martial arts was like rowing against the current. If one did not advance, one would fall behind. His master had already reached