Saint Emperor Guangling looked a little surprised. "Fellow Daoist Li, are you leaving?"
Then he smiled.
"That makes sense."
"Your cultivation is far too powerful, and this Secret Realm has deteriorated badly. It can hardly help you anymore. Staying here would be a waste of effort."
"You'd be better off finding somewhere else."
The years of cultivation were merciless. Time itself lost its value, and meeting, parting, and seeking one's own opportunities all became commonplace.
Saint Emperor Guangling felt a touch of melancholy, but he soon regained his composure.
"Since you're leaving, why don't we share a drink here? A farewell toast for us both."
"Gladly!"
"I ran into a little danger after coming to this Secret Realm, but thanks to you, Fellow Daoist Guangling, I gained quite a lot. It's only right that I buy you a drink."
Li Yun took out a jar of Starry Sky Spirit Brew he had kept for countless ages and sat down on the ground.
"A farewell drink to the opportunities of the past, and to the hope that we'll meet again someday."
"Well said. To the opportunities of the past! They've gone with the wind, but I believe we'll meet again. Cheers!"
Saint Emperor Guangling sat down without ceremony and raised his cup.
The spirit brew went down crisp and mellow, washing through their Dao Hearts.
They sat facing each other, drinking in the breeze, cup after cup.
When the wine was gone, it was time to part.
"Farewell!"
"Take care, Fellow Daoist Li!"
Saint Emperor Guangling rose and cupped his hands. Without another word, he soared into the air, crossed the skies of the Secret Realm, and set out upon his own path of cultivation.
Li Yun watched until he vanished beyond the horizon. Standing atop the mountain, he gazed across