"Are you certain he'll come here, fellow cultivator?"
Li Ziming asked, puzzled.
Nalan Xingde smiled faintly. "After everything that's about to happen, he'll surely shed his worldly trappings and cast off his shackles."
"Our era will become his Land of Sorrow."
"Knowing him, he'll find somewhere peaceful to spend some time."
"Of the neighboring eras, yours is the most peaceful."
"And with the Pills Fragrance drifting through your era, Bai Ze will surely choose this place."
Li Ziming thought for a moment. "So Chen Changsheng is the Imperial Tutor's real name?"
"Yes. He has always used his real name when traveling the world."
"It's his own particular brand of romance—and one of his methods."
"Those who know him would recognize him at a glance, even if he changed his face."
"Those who don't wouldn't be able to confirm who he is, even if he gave them his real name."
"You strike me as an upright man, fellow cultivator. If you meet him, please don't quarrel with him."
"His bark has always been worse than his bite. As long as you don't provoke him, he won't target you."
"He also likes spending time with the younger generation. Whether the Li Family receives that opportunity is up to fate."
The Li family Ancestor's thoughts returned to the present.
Gazing at the distant blue sky, he sighed softly. "Everything you said came true, one thing after another."
"It's a pity the Li Family received only half this opportunity. That must be fate too."
With that, the Li family Ancestor turned and went back to his thatched hut.
A secret chamber in the Qinghe Realm.
"Ah!"
A scream echoed through the chamber. Blood streamed from a middle-aged man's eyes, and a black jar stood before him.
Crash!
He struggled to his feet. A