When Yinglong drew back the floodwaters, Ling Qing ordered the newly cleaved Emperor of Wonderful Dharma to accompany Li Li and leave with Li Tan.
He himself found a secluded spot and hid there.
Only after everyone had left did he quietly emerge.
When a person devoted himself wholly to something, his emotions rose and fell with every turn of events, churning like stormy waves.
The Nine Li Clan had arrived brimming with fighting spirit, only to leave dejected and crestfallen.
In contrast, the Youxiong Clan cheered and rejoiced.
Ling Qing could feel it all, yet he was not greatly stirred by it.
He had the feeling of witnessing history, of standing apart from the battlefield and the world itself.
This was also the unique advantage of those blessed with talent.
Even now, though he had personally taken part in the war and, in the midst of slaughter, had devoted himself entirely to killing the enemies before him—
Once he withdrew from the state of battle, that feeling gained the upper hand once more.
It drew him away from the war itself.
"Come!"
Just as he gazed at the battlefield, inexplicably lost in thought, a voice sounded beside his ear.
The scene before him immediately changed, and he arrived in a place of bright mountains and clear waters, where spring shone in all its beauty.
At a glance, he saw Dharma Master Xuandu and Guangchengzi, as well as a Daoist with a face round as the full moon seated beside them.
Though he had never met the man before, he already had an idea of who he was.
Sure enough, the Daoist said, "Junior Brother Wudang truly took in a fine disciple."
With a smile, Dharma Master Xuandu pointed at him and introduced him to Ling Qing. "This is your