Immortal-Inviting Tower, fourth floor.
"Sir..." The Third Sir's tone carried a trace of desolation, his expression impossibly complex.
"Sir, in the end, you still..."
Su Jing faced the direction of the Zhi River and bowed deeply. With a solemn expression, he said, "This disciple sees you off, Sir."
The Third Sir bowed as well, showing his respect.
"An Shi." Su Jing turned around, his gaze profound. "Sir has departed. Are you satisfied with today's Gathering of Beauties Banquet? Second Senior Brother's lamp has run dry as well."
"One move on the chessboard, exchanging two pieces. It was a brilliant move."
An Shi gently shook his head and sighed. "Sir was a seeker of the Dao. He once said that he was like morning dew, vanishing in an instant."
"A mayfly shaking a great tree—laughable, yet admirable. There is no joy in my heart; I can only lament that Heavenly Mandate cannot be defied."
"Still, Sir was a great mountain in my heart. Now that he is gone, I can finally place my pieces on the board without worry."
The Third Sir recalled the heart-stopping scene from moments ago. The gigantic crimson-cloud hand had appeared out of nowhere. Though it lasted only an instant, every house within ten miles had collapsed, leaving devastation everywhere.
The Third Sir's tone held deep shock. "It seems that Three Truths Patriarch truly has been reborn."
Su Jing merely smiled faintly. "It cannot quite be called rebirth. That person's methods are simply too mysterious and unfathomable."
"But this also proves one thing—that existence cannot truly interfere with the affairs of this world."
Before his words had faded!
A clear sword cry suddenly rang out, like a phoenix shrieking high above the nine heavens. It pierced clouds and split stone, shaking the four fields with echoes as