Pan Lei and Ren Yue, husband and wife reunited after ten years apart, walked off arm in arm, sweet as could be and oblivious to everyone else.
Pan Long did not know whether his mother had seen him. Maybe she had, maybe she had not. But he knew there was no room between his parents for anyone or anything else right now.
It left him helpless—and envious.
How did that old song go? You're the only one I see... His parents had taken it literally.
To meet someone like that and share a love like theirs—what happiness for one lifetime!
"That little bastard!" Ren Changsheng muttered beside him. "If it weren't for Yue, I'd have cut him down with one stroke years ago!"
Pan Long gave a dry chuckle and said nothing.
What did it feel like to have a pig root up your prized cabbage? He had no idea.
Judging by how crooked Ren Changsheng's nose looked with anger, he thought it best not to ask.
"Ancestor, why did you come out of seclusion?" he asked.
"My cultivation wasn't getting anywhere, so I might as well have come out," Ren Changsheng sighed. "I've reached the limit of my path and can't find a way past it. Seclusion won't help."
"The limit? Aren't there Immortals and Buddhas beyond True Persons?" Pan Long asked curiously.
"Immortals and Buddhas... You can't become one through cultivation alone."
He sighed again. "Every art in this world, even Grandmaster Taishang's true teachings or the Jade Pure Celestial Venerable's Primordial Unity, can only take you to the True Person Realm. To go beyond it and become an undying Immortal or Buddha, you have to forge a path of your own."
"A path of your own?" Pan Long frowned. "You mean that if someone has already become