Between life and death, amid the endless power of thunder, Luo Qian glimpsed the days when Su Qing had been young and they had lived at Soaring Heavens Palace. Back then, Soaring Heavens Palace had been a sect of middling strength in the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm. With a Golden Core-stage grandfather in the palace, Su Qing had been its favored daughter. She had been a little spoiled and willful, but kindhearted all the same. As one of the enforcers at her side, Luo Qian had often beaten up fellow disciples at the Qi Refining stage. Most of the time, though, he'd only given them a thrashing; he'd never gone too far.
He thought of how he'd later suffered at Lu Xiaotian's hands, how his initial resentment had given way to dangerous adventures in distant places in search of the spiritual treasures needed to advance. They had escaped peril time and again, and then the entire cultivation world had undergone a cataclysmic change.
Luo Qian's consciousness wavered in an instant. He often wondered what the point of cultivation was, what he himself was striving for, and what meaning there was in existing beneath the heavens.
From the time he'd first begun to remember things at Soaring Heavens Palace until now, every event from his past flickered through Luo Qian's mind, one after another, like fleeting reflections on water. He didn't know how long it lasted. It seemed like many years, yet it might have been no more than a moment. Gradually, his gaze cleared. A person's life had meaning, no matter what form it took, as long as there was something worth protecting and something worth doing. All these years, Luo Qian had protected Su Qing, and now Su Qing was fighting to the death for him. Though, deep in her