Beneath the cliffs of Youcang stood a solitary grave. It was Su Qing's tomb. Sitting on the ground beside it was an old man whose hair had already turned gray and whose face was lined with many more wrinkles. He was Luo Qian, who had once fought Lu Xiaotian and also fought alongside him.
The haughty Su Qing, who had always had Luo Qian by her side whenever she ventured out, had already passed away. Years had gone by since their parting, and the affairs of the world had become boundlessly sorrowful!
"Junior Brother Luo." Seeing Luo Qian—once arrogantly wild, then increasingly steady and magnanimous—now aged and frail, Lu Xiaotian let out a long, quiet sigh.
"We haven't seen each other in so many years, yet Senior Brother Lu remains as imposing as ever, even more so than before." A trace of joy at seeing an old friend bloomed across Luo Qian's wrinkled face. "If Junior Sister Su knows beneath the Nine Springs that Senior Brother Lu is safe and sound, she must be overjoyed."
"What happened to Junior Sister Su?"
The melancholy in Lu Xiaotian's heart instantly transformed into a cold, violent killing intent. Within the mountain valley, birds took flight in fright and wild beasts fled in panic. The immense murderous aura that had once slain tens of thousands of Golden Core-level demon creatures outside Pill King City had been successfully dissolved by Lu Xiaotian as his state of mind improved, but the killing he had wrought had been far too heavy. How could it be completely cast aside?
It was only because his state of mind had improved that Lu Xiaotian was no longer affected by that overwhelming murderous aura. Instead, he had converted part of it for his own use. Now, stirred by the scene before