Lin Feng was completely immersed in recollection. "All of us fellow disciples could sense that Master seemed to have severed every tie to this world. He stood alone, transcending the mundane world, someone we could only look up to but never truly approach."
After a moment of silence, he continued, "I often felt that, in Master's eyes, everything in this world was insignificant."
"Eldest Senior Brother often said that Master was like this because he was too lonely..."
Su Yi pursed his lips, lost in thought.
His fifth life had indeed given people the impression of a passerby beneath heaven and earth, free of all attachments—mysterious and transcendent. Even his disciples had never been able to truly draw close to him.
"Yet Master treated us better than anyone."
Lin Feng's tone suddenly turned firm. "He left his entire legacy at Spirit Ruins Mountain without holding anything back. All the treasures he had found while traveling the world, he left to us fellow disciples as well. And he never once made any demands of us, his disciples!"
"You already know that before Master left the Immortal Realm, even the four Chaos Mystic Treasures he had gathered through painstaking effort and endless years were each left to us fellow disciples."
"This often left us disciples feeling uneasy, afraid that we would fail to live up to Master's nurturing."
As he spoke, he suddenly looked up at Su Yi. "Tell me, how could you possibly be my Master?"
He was not denying Su Yi. He was voicing his confusion and doubt, wanting Su Yi to provide convincing proof.
Su Yi rubbed his nose, speechless for a time.
He had yet to truly fuse with the Dao cultivation of his fifth life. How could he explain any of this?
In fact, he knew far