After leaving Longevity Mountain, Hongyun hurried on his way toward his own Dao Field, Huoyun Cave.
Though he had spoken forcefully just now, Hongyun knew that his strength truly was not much to speak of.
The only thing worth praising was his speed.
It was precisely by relying on that speed that he had seized the final cushion in Zixiao Palace back then.
Unfortunately, although he had taken the cushion, he had failed to keep it and had been tricked out of it.
Over the years, it would have been a lie to say Hongyun felt no regret.
He regretted it so deeply his intestines had turned green.
After all, even if he had given up his seat, he should have given it to his old friend Zhenyuanzi.
Yet back then, he had somehow let lard cloud his brain and yielded his seat to Zhunti of the West.
Pitifully, Zhunti and his fellow disciple had now both become Saints, while he himself had gained nothing at all.
He had even dragged his old friend Zhenyuanzi down with him.
For all these years, Zhenyuanzi had remained with him in Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain, unable to take even half a step away.
"Alas!"
Hongyun sighed inwardly, guilt rising in his heart. I was wrong. I shouldn't have spoken to him like that just now.
Brother Daoist Zhenyuanzi and I have been friends for hundreds of millions of years, and he has always been sincere with me. Yet I said such things. I must have broken his heart completely!
As Hongyun thought this, he hesitated and slowed his Evasion Light. He considered whether to turn back immediately and apologize to his old friend, but he could not help feeling uneasy.
After all, they had only just fallen out. If he went back