Elder Ye's words often echoed in his heart.
But at this moment, his gaze merely deepened somewhat.
Elder Ye had never told him of the true Immortal Realm, the Immortal History of the Three Thousand Immortal Domains, nor had he ever taken out those ancient books for him to read. He merely read about the past of Tiandi's great powers. He had gained no sudden enlightenment, nor had he realized any earth-shattering declaration.
Nor had his heart surged with passion as he read. He had merely seen, between the lines of those sparse records, how one ought to struggle on and survive...!
Himself.
He, too, wanted to lead his clansmen to survive. Even now, he held no lofty, cloud-reaching ambitions. Yet he was no longer that ignorant child who believed Tiandi's hardships and his Lineage's unceasing decline due to the environment had led to his parents' deaths and his grandfather's tragic demise.
Wang Qicang had learned to think. He had learned to see the plight behind the Wang Family. His sight was no longer fixed on what lay before him. He was calm and composed.
Three hundred years later.
This day.
Wang Qicang slowly closed the ancient tome and solemnly cupped his hands.
"Elder Ye, I want to refine Qi."
"...Very good."
Only when Wang Qicang recalled this day in the future did he realize that it was the first time Elder Ye's voice had not been cold, and the first time he had spoken without insulting him.
But it was only for that one day.
Afterward.
Wang Qicang began truly refining Qi, drawing in the essence of Tiandi, breathing with the ancient wood immortal forest, inhaling and exhaling alongside Tiandi.
Tiandi, spring.
He carried buckets to wash himself, hand-washed his clothes. There was none of the warmth of