After growing up, Luo Feng looked thirty percent like Ren Ping and seventy percent more like Luo Guanyun.
Especially his eyes—they were exactly like his father's.
There was not the slightest softness in them, only courage and resolve etched into his bones.
Zhao Shousui, True Lord Zhao, who had escorted him home, waved a hand and declined. "No need. This old Daoist was on the way when I brought you back to Yong'an. A Demon Nest has erupted in Nine Weirs again, and after the great changes in heaven and earth, the distance between the two places has only grown longer. This old Daoist needs to hurry over."
"By the way, there is one more thing. Once your master emerges from seclusion in the treasure land, remember to let your uncle know."
After many years apart, Old Zhao of Wudang had already broken through the Fifth Great Limit and become a True Lord of the Daoist Sect.
"Alright, I'll remember it. Travel safely, Uncle Zhao."
After passing inspection and entering Yong'an City, Luo Feng circulated his qi and leaped high, flashing through the city like a phantom and drawing envious gazes from Martial Practitioners and ordinary people alike.
Having broken through the great limit at Wudang at the beginning of the year and become a Martial Dao Master, he shot toward Li Mountain in strides of a hundred meters each.
"I've broken through to Martial Dao Master. This time, when I go home, I'll definitely give Mom and Sis a surprise!"
At the thought, a faint smile appeared on Luo Feng's face.
But when he recalled what Uncle Zhao had just told him, his expression immediately calmed. He silently shook his head. "Ever since I registered as a disciple at the Martial Association, Master and Father vanished together. Father set