To the Fallen Star Pavilion, the name Lu Tong carried the weight of a thousand mountains.
In a sense, he was destined to be recorded in the Fallen Star Pavilion's history-
He was the most dazzling genius in its history, comprehending the general principles of the Four Divine Constellations Scripture at thirteen;
At twenty, he had already cultivated the art to its seventh stage;
No one in the entire Cultivation World could match him!
Back then, the Fallen Star Pavilion had been nothing more than a small, third-rate sect.
Lu Tong alone had upheld its reputation!
Yet this extraordinary genius, with all his illustrious achievements, had been branded an "Evil Cultivator" at thirty.
He had died with bitter resentment.
From then on, the Fallen Star Pavilion established an ancestral rule-every new generation of disciples had to pay respects to Lu Tong's memorial tablet before joining!
But as time passed, that ancestral rule gradually became a mere formality.
Only a handful of core elders still remembered that humiliation and helplessness.
Now that Ning Que had brought up that name in public, it was as though he had torn open the Fallen Star Pavilion's most painful scar.
"..."
Mo Qingdi opened his mouth, his face alternating between ashen and pale.
Lu Tong had guided him in his youth, and his admiration for that senior ran deep into his bones.
Had this been an ordinary matter, he would have risked his dignity to protect Xing Chenyuan. But with Lu Tong's last wishes involved, he could not utter a single word of rebuttal.
"Since it was Senior Lu Tong's final wish, the rubbing should naturally be brought out..."
Mo Qingdi spoke with difficulty. "It's just that you've been gone for ten years, Ning Que. The Star Treasure Pavilion has been reorganized several times. We