'There are many things you cannot explain to those who cannot understand you, and in this world, those who truly understand you are only one or two kindred souls.
So sometimes, there is no need to say much. Just do more.'
That man's voice before his departure still echoed by his ear. Yang Jian frowned slightly, his expression somewhat grave.
Was this Grand White Gold Star?
Before the West Heavenly Gate, Yang Jian, who had only just returned, stared for a long while in the direction Li Changshou had vanished, unable to recover his senses.
A young Daoist who did not look old at all, yet whose words brimmed with the vicissitudes of life, making one ponder deeply with a single sentence;
An elderly Heavenly Court immortal with kind brows and gentle eyes, yet unfathomable, as though merged with heaven and earth, leaving one feeling there was nowhere to strike if made his enemy;
And another, seemingly hidden between those two, who inadvertently revealed that serenity and detachment, that air of not particularly caring about anything—a Taiqing Disciple...
Which one was the true Grand White Gold Star?
Not being understood?
Yang Jian's brows knitted tightly as he stood there, strangely despondent.
Drawing his sword and looking in all directions, his heart knew only confusion.
What should he do from now on? How would he proceed? Which road would he walk, and where would that road lead?
Ahead, Fairy Yunhua, Yang Chan, True Lord Yuding, and True Lord Taiyi arrived together on clouds. Behind them followed a squad of Heavenly Soldiers carrying brocades and silks of every kind, shouldering chest after chest of treasures.
—Although Yang Chan had been knocked unconscious by Lingzhu Zi, Yuding and Taiyi had still taken her to Fairy Yunhua.
True Lord Yuding's action also represented Chan