Lu Qing had no intention of rushing off to resolve this layer of dust-bound Karmic Tribulation.
"It isn't that simple." At that moment, Lu Qing sat cross-legged in meditation at the prow of the boat. The Cloud Mist Formation shrouded all directions, concealing him from needless eyes.
He looked below. Mortal dust qi billowed endlessly; the closer one came to worldly places, the more bright and blazing it became. Cultivators seldom set foot in the world, and one major reason was that mortal dust qi was not what they sought.
His family in this life had been nothing more than ordinary people. Lu Qing was not worried that there would be any grudges or tangled love affairs from the previous generation; none of that had anything to do with him. Yet he was within the tribulation, walking once more through the mortal world. Lu Qing was not omniscient, and he did not know what exactly he would see.
Perhaps there would be a grave like that of his mother in this life. Perhaps not even a trace of bones could be recovered. Perhaps there was another family now... There were too many possibilities in the mundane world. Lu Qing could not see them all, nor did he wish to grasp them all.
"There is still one relative over there." No matter how the world changed, it could not escape time.
Lu Qing steadied himself and calculated a direction with a slight pinch of his fingers. After all, he did not intend to become endlessly entangled here.
Thinking of this, his heart grew ever calmer. The closer he came to that place, the greater the stillness in his eyes.
The capital of the Liang Kingdom.
An ordinary wonton shop stood in this capital where every inch of land was worth gold.