"The world was vast; this storm was best kept from sweeping in here." Lu Qing sat cross-legged atop a Flying Boat fashioned from an emerald-green leaf he had refined himself. White clouds swept past around him, billowing and unfurling. Beyond them stood the Immortal Sect's towers and pavilions, jade halls and carved beams, painted rafters and ornate buildings—a vast foundation both magnificent and weighty, ancient and enduring.
His mind gradually settled as well.
Lu Qing cast those thoughts aside.
Thinking of what he would be doing at the Daoist Dojo next, he began making plans inwardly.
"Still, to avoid unnecessary trouble, I should find somewhere more secluded."
Lu Qing knew that after choosing this Divination, there would certainly be people talking behind his back.
Honestly, it was nothing much. Let them say a few words—he would not lose anything.
This outcome had arisen naturally as well. Lu Qing knew that among the seven great primary lineages, the Sword Lineage would certainly rank among those most fond of battle.
The least fond of fighting was the Outer Academy.
He happened to be an entry disciple on one side and held the post of a steward on the other. He understood the atmosphere in both places well enough.
Walking different paths was perfectly normal. Even among cultivation partners, there were many who could not make it to the end together.
After all, Cause and Effect were too numerous. Every step of progress corresponded to a portion of Heaven's Will and calamity.
Lu Qing had no further thoughts. He merely glanced at the hazy, illusory Divination floating in his Sea of Consciousness.
Then he turned his gaze toward the Daoist Dojo he was about to enter.
"The Daoist Dojo is still as it was before."
Yet Lu Qing subtly sensed that the Blessed