The Vicissitudes of Life, Farewell to an Old Friend

Lu Qing was at the Dao Academy, watching the mountain gate recruit new disciples.

Meanwhile, the Dao Sect avatar was equally busy with its own cultivation.

Yet whenever tribulation came, Feng Qi would inevitably rise.

This time was naturally no exception.

Only, in the past, it had never affected Lu Qing's surroundings. Today's circumstances were somewhat different.

Lu Qing had rarely paid attention to disciples of his own generation before. The ones who had left the deepest impressions on him were mostly people from the Dao Academy.

He knew of the struggles among the prodigies on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, but he had never deliberately watched the rankings rise and fall.

Thus, when he heard the words of this fellow senior brother, he could not help feeling surprised.

For today, at the mountain gate before the peak where his Cultivation Cave stood, Wang Chunfeng had come to pay his respects. His expression was somewhat dejected, and his face bore an added trace of life's vicissitudes. Even his aura carried a hint of decline.

The faint confidence and vigor he once possessed were gone.

Seeing only the state in which he had arrived, Lu Qing's gaze imperceptibly fell upon the providence above this fellow senior brother's head.

Wang Chunfeng's providence had once been that of a dragon and phoenix among men, with brilliant radiance flickering through it and a wisp of fluffy cloud qi curling around it. At a glance, it was pure and natural Energy Flow of the Immortal Path, with a sharp, indomitable strand of Sword Qi rising and falling within it, visible yet hidden.

Decisive in slaughter—such was the inheritance of the Sword Lineage.

He possessed means to protect the Dao, clear and pure providence, and an Illuminated Dao Heart.

Naturally, Lu Qing remembered him well.

Only, Lu