In the end, the two parted ways.
That day, the sunset was exceptionally beautiful. Crimson clouds filled the sky, dyeing the earth blood-red.
Su Chen was also preparing to leave Pingyang City. To him, Pingyang City already held a different place in his heart. He would remember this city forever, and he would also remember Ning Yan forever.
Ning Yan's looks could not truly be called breathtaking. She was even somewhat inferior to Lin Yimeng, yet she was the woman who had left the deepest impression on Su Chen.
Moreover, he firmly believed that the two of them would meet again in the future.
Just as Su Chen was about to leave Pingyang City, the sound of someone wailing bitterly suddenly came from the distance, and a crowd had gathered around it.
He turned his head to look, then suddenly raised an eyebrow.
At the center of the crowd were the two Daoist priests he had encountered earlier, and the person wailing bitterly was True Person Ziyang's disciple.
His disciple was throwing a tantrum on the ground like a spoiled child, crying and making a scene without pause.
True Person Ziyang's face, however, was filled with solemnity. He had sensed the Dao charm circulating through his disciple's body. This was the critical moment of Severing the Middle Corpse; otherwise, there was no way his disciple would be experiencing such an intense emotional fluctuation.
The surrounding pedestrians were also deeply shaken at the sight of an old Daoist crying and sobbing without end.
However, they had only been watching for the novelty of it, and the crowd gradually dispersed soon afterward.
Su Chen slowly walked over. True Person Ziyang immediately noticed him and slightly cupped his hands in greeting.
"We meet again."
Su Chen found a step several meters away from