With that thought, Fu Ning'er shifted her gaze toward Fu Shiyue, who stood behind Fu Wennian. He had only just relaxed a little, but now his eyes had widened again, as though he had no idea what to make of the scene before him.
Brother Shiyue...
A flicker of sorrow and resolve passed through her eyes.
Who knows how long it will be before I see you again?
Then she channeled her true qi into her fingers and crushed the jade pendant at her waist.
The instant the jade pendant shattered, heaven and earth changed color.
The spiritual qi above White Cliff Town descended into turmoil. Fierce winds rose on every side, and an immensely powerful spiritual sense swept down from the sky, enveloping every living presence within ten thousand miles in an instant.
Then that powerful spiritual sense began to converge, until he focused all his attention on the handsome young man dressed in a Plain White Daoist Robe.
"This is..."
Fu Shiyue raised his head and looked at the pair of eyes formed from the clouds overhead, utterly shaken.
He was merely a talented youth from a small town.
At fifteen years old, the strongest immortal cultivator Fu Shiyue had ever seen was Fu Wennian.
He recalled how, years ago, he had watched his grandfather shatter a huge boulder dozens of yards away with a single palm strike. His eyes had been filled with awe.
He had thought that even the Heaven-Stabilizing Sage, whom he occasionally heard about, probably could not be much stronger than his grandfather.
But when Fu Shiyue told his grandfather as much, Fu Wennian spat out every drop of tea he had just taken into his mouth.
"Heaven and earth are vast, and the path of immortality stretches endlessly... Shiyue, never mind comparing your