[At the summit of Supreme Purity Peak, after Laozi became a Saint, he looked toward Tongtian.
His gaze was calm, yet it carried a weight that seemed to pierce through everything.
Third Brother, where does your path lie?
The smile on Tongtian's face stiffened. Standing at the cliff's edge, his black robes snapped in the wind, and some of the boldness in his eyes faded.
In a secluded cave abode on the back mountain of Upper Purity Peak.
Tongtian sat cross-legged on a stone platform, his eyes shut and his brow tightly furrowed.
After entering meditation, he saw a sword suspended before him.
He reached out to grasp it, but the sword drifted back an inch.]
Taiyi lightly tapped his fingertips against his knee twice.
With Martial Uncle Tongtian's temperament, what he feared most was this sort of concern laid bare before everyone.
He knew Eldest Brother was asking sincerely, but the more sincere he was, the less Tongtian could answer.
Guang Chengzi added, "He hasn't even seen his own path clearly yet."
Li Changchou stood behind the crowd, his gaze resting on the figure chasing the sword within the light screen.
The sword retreated while the man pursued. It looked like one was chasing and the other fleeing, but in truth, they were testing each other.
The sword was asking him: Are you chasing me because you truly want me, or because everyone else has one?
That sword was not avoiding him. It was waiting for him.
Waiting for him to figure out what he truly wanted, rather than following in his brothers' footsteps.
Bai Ze narrowed his eyes, his voice so soft it was as though he feared startling something.
"He cannot catch that sword because he still has not figured out why he wants to take it.