Spirit Gathering Room

Nan Taiping smiled faintly and said nothing.

Nor did he take what Chen Yan had just said to heart.

Mortal dynasties were rife with false courtesy and empty promises.

The cultivation world was no different.

Many things people said were merely worth hearing, not taking too seriously.

Nan Taiping suddenly recalled the senior brother who had looked after him when he first joined the Luoling Sect.

Back then, his talent had only just begun to show, but anyone with discerning eyes could tell that he would most likely enter the Martial Spring Realm someday.

That senior brother had once remarked, half jokingly, that Nan Taiping should not forget him when he rose to greater heights.

Nan Taiping had readily agreed, sincerely recounting every bit of help that senior brother had given him on his cultivation journey.

He had even thumped his chest and promised that, once his senior brother, always his senior brother.

Not long afterward, a Qi Sea Realm elder from the sect's Main Peak had taken a liking to Nan Taiping and brought him back to the Luoling Sect's Main Peak.

Forty years passed before Nan Taiping saw his senior brother again.

He was still a Body Tempering Realm cultivator. He stood there, gazing at Nan Taiping with eager eyes, seemingly hoping for something.

But after several breaths passed without any reaction from Nan Taiping, he finally seemed to realize something and bowed respectfully toward him with his hands clasped:

"Greetings, Deacon Nan!"

Nan Taiping nodded slightly. Without lingering, he simply walked past him.

Surely you don't expect a Martial Spring Realm cultivator like me to call a mere Body Tempering Realm cultivator like you my senior brother?

The Luoling Sect had thirty-six peaks in all.

Every Peak Master was a Spirit 통 Realm cultivator.

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