"That sword's master definitely wouldn't choose a disciple who was going out. I just wonder who was fortunate enough to be chosen." Lu Qing watched that disciple leave with an odd expression, knowing that he was also one of the geniuses who had emerged over the past two years.
That Broken Sword was proud and arrogant. Ordinary prodigies did not catch its eye; if it was going out, it would naturally choose someone better.
Though Lu Qing did not know how the other party had left, he vaguely sensed that there was still a patch of Heavenly Secrets here that he could not see through. Even the Broken Sword carried a thread of Heavenly Secrets upon it, and Lu Qing did not look further.
From the moment that person departed to the moment he vanished without a trace, only a few breaths passed.
At that moment, Lu Qing's heart stirred slightly. He heard a faint, distant voice descend from the Nine Heavens, accurately turning into a thread that fell beside his ear. It was a message from the master of this Daoist Dojo—his own master—who merely said, "No need to concern yourself with it."
"This disciple understands."
No matter what Lu Qing thought inwardly, his heart was now clear and bright, without the slightest stray thought.
He could tell that whether his master's true body was still within the sect or, as the other disciples speculated, several Chiefs of the sect had departed to preside over the Fate Allotment of heaven and earth, his master could not truly be unaware of what was happening within the Daoist Dojo.
There was likely some arrangement at work behind it all. Only after that faint sensation of being watched faded did Lu Qing turn his gaze back beyond the Dao Sect's mountains.
Beyond