The Evil Blade Patriarch departed without even leaving himself a gravestone.
Apart from a few final instructions, he left his descendants only one admonition: they could establish incense offerings for him only after a Spirit Transformation cultivator emerged among them.
Blazing Snow City had lost a Spirit Transformation cultivator. He seemed to have left nothing behind, yet traces of the Evil Blade Patriarch remained everywhere.
"Master, that old ghost really did take a couple of swings at the jujube tree whether there were any dates on it or not. He gave away every fifth-rank spiritual treasure he could, making it plain to outsiders that all he left his descendants was a network of connections, not high-grade treasures."
Moonlight streamed through the opening in the cave abode. Lin Chang'an and the Sword Servant sat drinking at a stone table, while Jin Feng popped out and grumbled about the matter.
Lin Chang'an raised an eyebrow and said irritably, "Then tell me, what are you planning to do?"
Over a thousand years, he had long grown accustomed to death and parting. Now that the Evil Blade Patriarch had undergone Liberation by Violence, he felt a little sorrow, but more than anything, loneliness.
The longer one lived, the more deeply one understood loneliness.
Especially when familiar faces departed one after another. Yet the longer cultivators lived, the more guarded they became, and the less readily they trusted others.
"What else could I do? I, Jin Feng, am destined to become a mighty True Spirit of the Spirit Realm. How could I do something so shameless?"
Jin Feng hopped straight onto a stone stool, picked up a cup of spirit wine, and drained it. Then she continued, "Still, that depends on their fortune. If fate brings us together someday, I'll naturally repay the value of