After parting with An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng, Jiang Ding flew through the sky.
For a moment, his heart felt hollow.
Ever since the day he had first entered Pure Breeze University hundreds of years ago, he had grown accustomed to the presence of True Lord Sea-Stabilizer and Lord Lu Ling. Whenever he encountered a difficult problem, he would go ask them, as naturally as breathing air.
Later, it had been the same when he met Zhang Junsheng.
Now, all those things he had taken for granted had vanished in an instant.
"Will we still be able to meet again thousands of years from now?"
Jiang Ding muttered to himself.
At that moment, he thought of the great power of the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace.
That man had once made a deduction and said that thousands of years later, Great Sun True Lord would die when his lifespan ran out, buried beside the moss-covered gravestone of his high school homeroom teacher, Guo Kui. The entire Adult Sword Dao Department would mourn, the Immortal Sect news broadcast would report it, and he would receive every honor imaginable.
"This old bastard must be trying to throw my Dao Heart into chaos!"
"If that old bastard could really calculate such things, the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace would not have fallen to its current state, tumbling from its peak, losing more than half its territory, and nearly getting itself killed."
"In my view, his divination and deduction abilities are nothing more than blind nonsense."
Jiang Ding thought coldly.
"Still, Teacher Guo Kui's grave really needs cleaning. In this world, there are still people who have not forgotten him."
"And Teacher Zhang Dingjun..."
Thinking of this, Jiang Ding sighed.
Teacher Zhang Dingjun was dead.
He had died in the earliest days of the Immortal Sect