After parting ways with An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng, Jiang Ding flew through the sky.
For a time, his heart felt strangely hollow.
Ever since the first day he had entered Clearwind University hundreds of years ago, he had grown used to the presence of True Lord Dinghai and Slaughter Spirit True Lord. Whenever he encountered a difficult problem, he would go ask them, as naturally as air and breathing.
Later, it had been the same after he met Zhang Junsheng.
Now, all those things he had taken for granted had vanished in an instant.
"Will we still be able to meet again thousands of years from now?"
Jiang Ding muttered to himself.
At that moment, he thought of the great expert of the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace.
He had once made a deduction and said that, thousands of years from now, Great Sun True Lord would die when his lifespan ran out, buried beside the moss-covered gravestone of Teacher Guo Kui, his high school homeroom teacher. The entire Adult Swordsmanship Department would mourn, the Immortal Sect news broadcast would report it, and every honor would be bestowed upon him.
"This old bastard must be trying to disrupt my Dao heart!"
"If that old bastard could truly calculate so well, the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace would not have fallen to its current state—plummeting from its peak, losing more than half its territory, and nearly getting himself killed."
"In my opinion, his divination and deduction skills are nothing more than blind fooling around."
Jiang Ding thought coldly.
"Still, Teacher Guo Kui's grave really does need cleaning. There are still people in this world who have not forgotten him."
"And Teacher Zhang Dingjun..."
Thinking of this, Jiang Ding sighed.
Teacher Zhang Dingjun had passed away.
He had died in the earliest Immortal