The years flowed dimly, supporting a chant of sorrow; to preserve one's life, one composed the "Seven Sorrows" lament for Spring Sorrow.
Everyoung Sect.
It was located within the territory of Azure Dragon Mountain, perched atop Canglan Mountain.
Several hundred thousand years ago, Daoist Spring Sorrow and Daoist Kuyu, two senior and junior disciples, passed through this place. They settled down, opened a mountain gate, and began accepting disciples.
After several hundred thousand years, it had finally developed.
Now, aside from Daoist Spring Sorrow and Daoist Kuyu, the sect had gained a newly advanced Earth Immortal.
The sect was flourishing.
More than ten thousand years ago.
After Daoist Spring Sorrow became a Thunder Ministry Divine General, Everyoung Sect grew even more prosperous.
On this day.
Daoist Ironfeather and Daoist Rot arrived at Canglan Mountain.
Canglan Mountain.
Everyoung Sect.
Changsheng Hall.
Daoist Kuyu had white hair and a long beard. His lean frame made him look vigorous and spirited. Looking at the two visitors, he smiled and said, "Fellow Daoists, it's been quite some time since you last came to Canglan Mountain."
The last time they had come.
It had been when Daoist Spring Sorrow had just become a Divine General.
Only.
The two of them had returned in disgrace that time. It was unclear what brought them here again now.
"I came this time for the injuries on my junior brother's body as well."
Daoist Ironfeather looked at Daoist Kuyu as he spoke.
More than ten thousand years ago, he had only been a subordinate general in General's Manor, and his words had carried little weight. At that time, Everyoung Sect had just attached itself to Siming Duke Bin Yuanjun's patronage and had been unwilling to pay him any attention.
But now.
Daoist Ironfeather had much more confidence.
He