"What a brat."
After Li Xiaoyao had completely disappeared, the old man's anger vanished. He put his shoes back on and let out a sigh.
"What a pure heart. Sadly, you and I are fated to meet but not fated to be together—fated to meet but not fated to be together."
The old man could not help sighing several times.
A pure heart—among those who had entered the cultivation world and still retained one to this day, not a trace could be found throughout the entire Star River Cosmos.
Yet now, by sheer luck, he had encountered one.
But they were fated to meet, not fated to be together. What a pity, what a pity—truly such a pity.
Elsewhere, after leaving Medicine King Valley, Li Xiaoyao's lips curled into a smile.
A pure heart? I suppose so.
This was called finding himself, reclaiming his original heart. Following one's heart was the true Dao.
He had pondered this principle for a full ten years. Even if his Primordial Spirit had been restored, even if he was now flawless and utterly perfect, he was still the same as before.
How he had been in the past was how he was now.
He would always follow his original heart. The direction his heart traveled was the direction he traveled. He would live however he ought to live, with no need for excessive change.
If one walked against one's heart, one would never achieve anything great in this lifetime.
One would never amount to anything in this lifetime.
"..."
Elsewhere, Ye Lin spent a full two days and two nights searching, yet he still failed to find the so-called Dragon-Holding Grass.
As for the group searching for the dragon head, they had yet to find it either. They were clearly growing impatient, and the