When the final stroke fell.
The old man, already like withered wood, sat by the sea in thin cloth robes and slowly closed the notebook in his hands. He had not drawn a final period. The story continued; it had not ended.
Though in the stories to come, his identity would be that of an observer.
But.
Even as an observer, there was still ample enjoyment to be found, along with professional ethics that had to be upheld.
On the notebook's cover, several words had been inlaid in red lacquer.
"Liu Changqing's Autobiography."
In the lower right corner of the cover were several smaller words.
"The First Sect Master of the Mocking Heaven Sect."
He did not know when this autobiography would reach its ending, when he would finally draw its last period. He did not even know whether this autobiography would ever see the light of day. But none of that mattered anymore. Time would bear witness to it all.
After doing all this.
The old man, as lifeless as rotting wood, finally raised his head and gazed into the distance with his clouded eyes, toward the horizon. Beside him were Old Cao, grilling on the beach, and Xian Yi—the former King of Endless Province, who had voluntarily entered the Land of Eternal Life to avoid the Sole King Contest.
"How is it? Isn't my cooking getting better and better? I wonder if it's because the brat's barbecue grill has some kind of bonus effect. Meat always feels a little tastier when grilled on the barbecue he left behind."
"Hehe, no matter how tasty it is, I can't stand eating it every day. Can't you make something else?"
"I don't know how to make anything else. Besides, don't you think eating barbecue in the sea breeze is a very