Luo Qian, Su Qing, and Qing Li watched Lu Xiaotian leave. Only after his back had vanished completely did they reluctantly withdraw their gazes.
"From the old days at the Lingxiao Palace until now, Senior Brother Lu's footsteps have never stopped." Luo Qian turned his gaze back to Su Qing, then looked at himself. Even now, they still felt that Senior Brother Lu was shrouded in a veil of mystery. He was still the same Senior Brother Lu as before—a shield they trusted without reservation, no matter the time or place. And they were willing to do anything for Lu Xiaotian. Though the three senior and junior disciples had been separated across this realm for a thousand years, whenever they heard that one of the others was in trouble, they would rush over without the slightest hesitation.
Yet while they trusted each other, Luo Qian and Su Qing were also confused. Lu Xiaotian's strength in this realm had clearly surpassed all who came before and spanned both ancient and modern times. Still, it seemed as if a sharp sword forever hung above his head. Since entering this realm, Lu Xiaotian had always been outstanding among cultivators of the same rank, but under the threat of the sword embryo, he had been rushing about until now. From the looks of it, the trouble surrounding Lu Xiaotian had still not been completely resolved.
"But the trouble surrounding Senior Brother Lu has never diminished either. Senior Brother Luo, I want to go to the Immortal Realm," Su Qing said.
"Then go!" Luo Qian nodded. "The three of us senior and junior disciples were able to support one another all the way through this realm. We'll do the same in the Immortal Realm."
"Master, Martial Uncle, I want to go too," Qing Li hurriedly