After all, he had not yet cultivated to the point of being utterly without emotion.
"Yes, I'm leaving. I'm going somewhere very, very far away. Perhaps I'll never return in this lifetime."
"So you'll have to walk the road ahead by yourself, understand?"
Ye Lin crouched down and stroked An Xin's head as he spoke. An Xin's eyes had already reddened.
He was seven years old and understood very little, but he knew that Ye Lin was the one who treated him best. Over the past few months, Ye Lin had painstakingly taught him almost every day.
He told him many profound truths, many interesting stories, and taught him how to cultivate.
It could be said that he was his true master.
"Don't cry. What are you crying for? A true man cannot have anyone remain by his side forever. In the end, all those who once accompanied you will leave."
"Your father will, and so will your mother. That is the natural law of heaven and earth; no one can change it. You must walk your own road yourself. Everyone else is merely a stretch of scenery along that road."
"Remember, cultivate well."
After saying that, Ye Lin turned and left. An Xin remained where he was, his eyes red, but he held back. He held back and did not shed a single tear.
"Mother, Master has left."
Hearing the movement behind him, An Xin turned around and immediately threw himself into An Ran's arms, crying loudly. An Ran stroked An Xin's head as he watched Ye Lin's departing back.
In the end, that figure vanished beneath the setting sun.
Leaving behind only a long shadow.
"How could this be? There hasn't been any movement for so long? This formation wasn't naturally formed—it was man-made."
"Since it was man-made,