Five Hundred Years Later, Meeting Liu Hechuan for the First Time!

The two walked through the Jade Peach Grove.

"It's him."

Chen Jichuan suddenly stopped.

In a distant corner, he spotted an old man with a gloomy face. The moment the old man saw him, his expression changed drastically, and he turned to leave.

Feng Chang followed Chen Jichuan's gaze and shook his head with a sigh. "Wang Pu reached Second Rank at sixty-eight. He could certainly be called a genius. He had hopes of entering a Dao Sect, and at worst, he could have reached Spirit Transformation. But his mind was unsettled and his resolve too weak. Now his time is nearly up, and he's still stuck at the middle of Second Rank. There's no hope for him in this life."

The old man was named Wang Pu.

He was the academy disciple whose actions had led to the death of Zhou Yan's father, Zhou Zhan.

He had become a True Person at sixty-eight, full of ambition. He should have forged ahead and reached Spirit Transformation at the very least. But his good days had not lasted. The son of a River-Turning Strongman who had died because of him had risen from strongman to full disciple, then advanced like a hot knife through butter—becoming a True Person, reaching Spirit Transformation, and entering a Dao Sect.

It had caught Wang Pu off guard.

He had never imagined it.

Wang Pu lived in dread. Even though Zhou Yan never came looking for trouble, Wang Pu frightened himself half to death. Add the whispers and pointing fingers around him, and in the end, he ruined his own Dao Path.

It was ill fortune, but it was also his own doing.

"Mm."

Chen Jichuan nodded lightly and said no more.

He understood Feng Chang's meaning. His father, Zhou Zhan, had not died at Wang