At the time, his heart had been full of bitterness, and he had never believed in such a vision. But now, he was willing to believe it. Life truly would get better and better, smoother and smoother, each year better than the last.
To have stumbled by chance into the Cultivation Realm had been the fortune of his life. Even if it had been the so-called will of fate, he was still incomparably grateful.
To have met Chunchou and Chen Zui, to have joined Yonglu Mountain and become his master's disciple, to have cultivated to the Nascent Soul realm and witnessed the vastness of heaven and the depth of earth—even though the road had been fraught with hardships and brushes with death—he still held gratitude in his heart.
In the past, he had been alone. Now, it had been a long time since he had felt that, the moment he was by himself, heaven and earth became desolate.
"How wonderful. Will we still be sitting here this time next year?"
Bian Chunchou immediately declared loudly, "Of course! How can we Ridge Beasts just quit whenever we feel like it? Chen Zui-Zui, isn't that right?"
Chen Zui said, "...Mm."
"You three brats, acting as Ridge Beasts again, are you? You've run up here again! Don't think making the top three of the Prodigies Ranking means you can do whatever you please. Get down here at once! Even if this sect master skips going down the mountain to burn incense today, I'll still teach you properly what sect rules are—"
Unfortunately, the three were exceedingly practiced. The instant they heard Sect Master Gu's voice, they scattered like smoke. From those well-honed movements, it was clear they had long since made every possible preparation.
Above Juyong Hall, rosy clouds blazed brilliantly. The three