The biting north wind swept in from the desolate plains of the Northern Region, raging like a fierce tiger as it slammed into the bone-chilling black rocks of Eternal Night Pass.
On the cliff stood two old men shoulder to shoulder, gazing out at the desolation of the distant Northern Region.
One was Old Wen, who had just climbed onto the cliff. The other old man, who had been waiting here long before, was none other than He Gongji, whom Lin Bai had just met.
"I never thought you'd come out of seclusion too, you old codger?"
Hearing the footsteps behind him and knowing that Old Wen had arrived, He Gongji did not turn around. Instead, he teased him with a beaming smile.
"You came. Was I not allowed to?"
Old Wen silently walked forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with He Gongji.
Judging from the tone of their conversation, the two seemed to be old friends who had not seen each other for many years.
He Gongji could not help glancing sideways at Old Wen, then sighed softly. "Your cultivation method still isn't complete? Otherwise, with your talent, you would have entered the ranks of Great Mystic Art Users long ago."
Old Wen somehow produced two wine flasks and handed one to He Gongji. "No. The Palace Master has already done everything possible to help me, but I have never been able to take that step."
At those words, Old Wen's tone grew somewhat sorrowful.
"Your opportunity simply hasn't arrived yet." He Gongji sighed bitterly.
Old Wen sidelong glanced at He Gongji twice and mocked him, "You're no different. You've never taken that step and become a Great Mystic Art User either."
He Gongji sighed again and said the same thing. "Your opportunity simply hasn't arrived yet."
Old Wen