"Come on, let's go stay at Senior Brother Ji's dojo."
With a grand sweep of his hand, Chen Xun headed toward the Human Dao Pavilion with Black Bull and Little Scarlet in tow, showing not the slightest bit of restraint. "Senior Brother Ji, we can find the way ourselves. We'll be going on ahead."
Having said that, he strode into the heavens without looking back.
Ji Kun was left alone atop the mountain, a mess in the wind. He shook his head and chuckled. Still, he had long grown used to his junior brother's lack of manners. He could let him do as he pleased.
A year later.
Human Dao Pavilion.
This place was not as resplendent and magnificent as the Five Aggregates Sect. The mountains and rivers within its dojo were filled with grand, towering statues of the Human Race, suffused with an austere air that inspired awe at first sight. They appeared to be statues of many ancient Human Race sages.
Majestic, solemn, and valiant.
The Human Dao Pavilion's disciples seemed to have inherited that solemn air. Their gazes were sharp, their bearing rigorous, shouldering the weight of the Human Race's continuation and heritage. This was considered the creed of the Human Dao Pavilion. Once one entered the pavilion, one felt that the rise and fall of the Human Race under heaven was every common man's responsibility...
Over the past year, Chen Xun had often used this matter to tease them.
"Hehe, the moment you enter the pavilion, a great duty falls from heaven upon this person indeed..."
Today.
They were sitting atop a magnificent statue, eating. The view here was broad and open, offering a glimpse of mountains and rivers in all directions, as well as the outlines of one immortal city after another. No matter when