Time Drifts On

The years passed quietly.

On this day.

Outside Qingxuan Hall, immortal music drifted softly, and Spiritual Light coiled faintly.

A newly advanced Dharma Lord stepped into the great hall, drew in his bearing, and bowed in salute.

"Qin Jihai of the South State Qin Clan pays respects to the Patriarch!"

Upon the main seat of the great hall, Chen Sheng sat quietly on a jade couch, his gaze falling on Qin Jihai with a faint glance.

A moment later, he slowly spoke.

"The South State Qin Clan. You are Ping'an's descendant!"

The youth before him had gentle brows and eyes, his aura warm and refined. He truly did bear a slight resemblance to Qin Zhaoyu, his disciple who had fallen many years ago.

Qin Jihai bowed even lower, his tone growing more respectful.

"This junior is indeed a direct descendant of Ancestor Ping'an, belonging to the Xuan-character Sequence, number... Having attained the Dharma Lord realm today, I have specially come to pay respects to the Patriarch and listen to your teachings."

Chen Sheng listened quietly as he announced his family background. When he heard "Qin Ping'an's three hundred fifty-three thousand eight hundred fifty-fourth-generation descendant," a barely perceptible ripple passed through his eyes.

He could not help sighing inwardly. The years were merciless; before he knew it, such a long time had already passed.

He raised a hand and waved lightly, speaking a few words of encouragement.

"To have become a Dharma Lord shows that you have been diligent in cultivation and possess fine talent. Do not grow lax in the future."

"If you can devote yourself to comprehending the Dao, it may not be impossible for you to knock upon the realm of Dao Lord."

Afterward, he pondered for a while and assigned Qin Jihai a post in Discipline Hall,