After all, Chen Tai'an had once become a Temple Priest of the Great Qi Dynasty's Divine Temple. His cultivation talent, comprehension, and natural gifts might not have been especially outstanding compared with cultivators of the Endless Sea.
But back in the Great Qi Dynasty, he had been a genius of some renown.
And though time had gradually aged his body, that genius still had a heart unwilling to admit defeat.
He had been willing to give up before because the road ahead in Yin Spirit cultivation was shrouded in uncertainty and confusion. He simply could not see where it led.
Now that he had happened to hear that cultivating the Yin Spirit path could also earn him recognition from the Divine Court, whose standing rivaled the Immortal Court's, he naturally no longer wanted to abandon his cultivation.
The Endless Sea.
"Huff, huff, huff!"
The outline of his sect flickered into view in the distance. Lu Kexun had been fleeing for his life ever since leaving the Cloudveil Waterside Pavilion, afraid the young man would catch up. At last, the weight hanging over his heart lifted.
He straightened his disheveled Great Sun Robe and gathered his thoughts, preparing to step into the sect.
Then a graceful figure entered his view. Her delicate face bore skin whiter than snow, seemingly soft enough to break at a touch, while a fitted black dress accentuated her striking curves.
But the flashes of vicious Killing Intent in her expression showed that she was far from as simple as she appeared.
As though she had expected him, the woman hurried toward him, a mocking smile curling her lips.
"Elder Lu, look at you—all covered in dust, like a homeless cur. Whatever you sneaked out of the sect to do must have failed!"
"None of your