As Zhao Wuyan's teacher, Yao Fu had surely already done everything he could.
As Zhao Wuyan's friend, it seemed all Jiang Wang could do was come and see her...
Even Yao Fu, who stood at the pinnacle of cultivation and commanded Dragon Gate Academy, could think of no other way. What could Jiang Wang possibly do?
Jiang Wang looked at the text cocoon before him, its light and shadows tangled and complex, his own emotions equally complicated. "It looks like Senior Sister Zhao's... consciousness is still very active?"
"Yes. She has never stopped striving." Yao Fu spoke slowly. "She is still reading, still learning, still moving forward."
Imagine such a woman, trekking alone through a Long Night with no end in sight. No road visible in her life, not a glimmer of dawn before her eyes—what supported her as she pressed onward?
Jiang Wang said gravely, "At her current pace, can Senior Sister Zhao master the Hundred Schools and break from the cocoon before her lifespan runs out?"
Yao Fu shook his head, his voice heavy with regret. "That is precisely what torments us—within five hundred years, I see no hope of her absorbing all these paths. She keeps moving forward, but the night is longer than she feels, and the road farther than she imagines."
Xu Xiangan had already used Brocade, his Supernatural Power, to bolster Zhao Wuyan, yet there was still no hope of success within five hundred years.
When Zhao Wuyan declared defeat, it would also be the time for Xu Xiangan to leave...
When Jiang Wang had kicked out Xu Xiangan for mooching food and drink the year before last, he could never have imagined they would meet again under such circumstances.
The skies held storms beyond prediction! The fortunes and misfortunes of life could truly