In this world, everything seemed to have a beginning and an end. Lifespans, friendships, family bonds, love—nothing was endless, nothing eternal.
Even the liveliest banquet had to end.
"Heavenly Lord, farewell..."
"My lord, I hope there will come a day when I can see you again..."
The emotions of many True Lords ran unusually high today. Unlike the calculating old cultivators they usually were, they bowed deeply in farewell, their eyes faintly red.
Perhaps many of them knew this meeting might be their last in this life.
After today, they might never meet again.
"Sword Heir, one day I will stand before you and draw my sword against you..."
Amid the faint sorrow, one voice struck a discordant note. It belonged to the Blazing Sun Sword Heir of the Great Sun Sword Sect.
Battle intent, killing intent, and a self-destructive madness shone in his eyes. He even tried to draw his sword then and there, caring little for heavenly tribulations or lifespans.
Yet no matter how tightly Blazing Sun True Lord gripped the hilt, he could not draw his sword.
Jiang Ding was not stopping him.
However forgiving Jiang Ding might be, he would show no mercy to someone who sought a sword duel with him, someone who wanted his life. He had to generously grant such a person death.
It was Blazing Sun True Lord himself who could not overcome the fear in his heart.
Every particle of his soul, every instinct urging his body to survive, screamed a warning. His body trembled, and beneath the weight of that terrifying survival instinct, he could not draw his bonded flying sword.
"Take care, all of you..."
Jiang Ding studied the faces of every old friend among the True Lords who had followed him since his days as a Yuan cultivator,