Yuan Chengsi quietly pointed to the sky, indicating that some things could not be spoken of. Yet he smiled with great ease. "You are naturally also a disciple under my, the Ten-Li Sword Saint's, tutelage. The Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony was carried out by our sect. No matter what happened back then, it had nothing to do with you."
There was quite a lot contained in those words.
Chen Xun could not help falling into a daze. His master, speaking of "courage," seemed to have long discovered that he was not Ouyang Boxiao. He had even acknowledged his existence in this era...
Back during the journey to the Profound Subtle Heaven Domain, he had carried this old man back to the sect in one arm.
Today, his master had draped an arm around his shoulder.
It was a very strange feeling...
"Sixth." Yuan Chengsi's gaze was weathered as he looked toward the skies above the Immortal Tomb, smiling as he asked, "What do you think of this heaven?"
"The scenery is like a painting. Within the Immortal Tombs are Supreme Unity yin souls—no Death Qi, no resentment, bright and radiant. This heaven... this disciple likes it very much."
Chen Xun spoke in a deep voice, biting heavily upon the word "likes." Reverence shone in his eyes. "Thank you for your teachings, Master."
"As your master, I will not ask too much of you, nor am I curious in my heart."
Yuan Chengsi continued gazing into the distance. "Your master is now the head of the State Religion, able to cover the sky with one hand in the Taiyi Great World. Sixth, in the future, live more freely. There are no more wars beyond this place."
Upon hearing this, Chen Xun smiled. This time, however, his smile was no longer stiff. It