Li Tianba, seeing that the time had come and unwilling to delay the journey any longer, stepped forward and cupped his hands toward the two of them in apology, his tone sincere:
"President Shang Zhen, Fellow Daoist Feixue, I have kept you waiting. I arrived late."
Shang Zhen merely shook his head, not taking it to heart.
Tian Feixue, standing beside him, smiled faintly. Her expression was calm and clear as she spoke softly:
"Patriarch Li, there is no need for such courtesy. From now on, simply call me Fellow Daoist Feixue."
After a slight pause, she added in a light yet utterly resolute tone:
"As for me now, I no longer have the slightest connection to the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion."
It was a simple sentence, drifting lightly through the void, yet it struck their ears like thunder and instantly changed the expressions of the two men present.
Shang Zhen and Li Tianba's pupils contracted at the same time. They stared at Tian Feixue in disbelief, stormy waves rising in their hearts.
Sin Fragrance Pavilion!
It was one of the Sin Domain's four supreme powers, with an inheritance spanning countless ages, thousands upon thousands of disciples, immeasurable foundations, and authority that shook the entire domain. It was the supreme legacy countless cultivators could only dream of obtaining even after spending eternity in pursuit.
Yet today, for the sake of journeying to the Prehistoric Era, pursuing the Great Dao in her heart, and gazing upon Dao Venerable Xuan Qing from afar, Tian Feixue had cast it aside so freely and decisively. She had abandoned a colossal power that had stood guard for eternity and left behind its immense legacy, passed down through generations.
At that moment, the two men felt only shock and admiration.
The long years flowed soundlessly onward. Seas