Over here, Ye Lin began his secluded cultivation. Elsewhere, on a remote planet in a corner of an unfamiliar star system, a young man strolled through the streets of a city, his face wearing such a rakish, unrestrained expression that it practically begged to be punched.
"Mm~, this feels great. No woman tying me down, no daughter tying me down—this is the life. If I'd known, I never would've gotten married in the first place. Master is truly wise—passing through a sea of flowers without a single petal clinging to him."
The young man lazily stretched as he thought to himself. That was right—this person was Ye Lin's eldest disciple, Taiyuan.
The once innocent little boy had grown into quite the old hand. People always changed, didn't they?
"I wonder how Master is doing."
Taiyuan muttered gloomily. After Ye Lin had left, Taiyuan had cultivated in seclusion for a time before running off as well, leaving only his wife and daughter behind in the Xuanhuang Great World.
Don't call Taiyuan cold-blooded. He simply thought that his wife and daughter's cultivation was too low to keep pace with him.
For cultivation, for the pursuit of his own Dao, he had decisively taken off. In any case, there was nothing dangerous in the Xuanhuang Great World.
From then on, he traveled the Star River, endured all manner of tribulations, and finally arrived here.
"Still, I shouldn't have let my daughter cultivate the Supreme Emotion-Severing Art. Now she looks at me as if I'm her mortal enemy."
Whenever he thought of his daughter, Taiqing, Taiyuan felt rather depressed. Other people's daughters were their little padded jackets, following behind their fathers and calling out "Dad" at every turn.
But what about his own? She did not have the slightest shred of emotion, like a