Daoist Xuanji fell silent for a moment, then slowly cupped his fists and bowed deeply to Yunyan True Person, his voice solemn.
"Many thanks to Senior Brother Yunyan for making this possible!"
Yunyan True Person waved his hand, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"You and I have been fellow disciples for thousands of years. Why would you need to thank me?"
"It's just..."
A trace of complication appeared on his face.
"That matter you mentioned just now—must you truly go?"
Daoist Xuanji's gaze narrowed slightly, his tone resolute.
"Senior Brother, I have had few regrets in my life. Only that matter has weighed upon my heart for centuries!"
"If I do not settle it personally, then even if I pass away within the sect gates, my heart will never know peace!"
Yunyan True Person sighed and no longer tried to dissuade him. He merely said,
"Since your mind is made up, I will say no more!"
"Take care of yourself!"
Daoist Xuanji nodded faintly.
"Rest assured, Senior Brother. I know my limits!"
"I'll be going now!"
With that, his figure vanished at once.
Yunyan True Person watched his departing back, a trace of helplessness flashing through his eyes.
In the end, it became a long sigh that dissipated through the great hall.
After leaving the main peak's hall, Daoist Xuanji did not linger.
Instead, he flew through the air, passing over mountains wreathed in clouds and mist before descending outside Bamboo Listening Pavilion.
Bamboo shadows swayed, and birdsong rang clear.
Jiang Fan was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, his eyes closed as he breathed and cultivated. Hearing footsteps, he hurriedly opened his eyes.
When he saw that it was Daoist Xuanji, he immediately rose and bowed.
"This disciple greets Martial Uncle Xuanji!"
Daoist Xuanji waved his hand,