"Hey! Junior Brother! What are you doing?" Liu Hang had no idea what Li Xiaoya was playing at and hurriedly spoke up.
"Hang'er! Be patient," Heavenly Venerable Daoling said gravely from beside him.
"Yes, Master!" Liu Hang answered, then stood aside without another word.
"Ah! I knew someone as clever as you would figure it out soon!" Heavenly Venerable Daoling sighed, but did not tell Li Xiaoya to rise.
"I have failed you as your disciple and made you worry, Master!" Li Xiaoya said hastily.
"I began cultivating at three and left my Lineage to enter the Heavenly Dao Sect at ten. I am now over seven hundred and eighty years old. You could say the Heavenly Dao Sect is my home!" Unexpectedly, Heavenly Venerable Daoling began speaking of these seemingly unrelated things, leaving both Liu Hang and Li Xiaoya lost in a fog. Li Xiaoya was less affected, since he had not spent much time with Heavenly Venerable Daoling, but Liu Hang was secretly startled. In over two hundred years at his master's side, he had never seen him so overcome with emotion. After speaking, Heavenly Venerable Daoling gently closed his eyes. Neither knew what he was thinking; perhaps he was reminiscing about the past.
For a moment, they all fell silent.
After a long while, Heavenly Venerable Daoling opened his eyes, abruptly rose, and thundered, "That is why I will never allow any harm to come to the Heavenly Dao Sect!"
As he spoke, an astonishing pressure spread outward. Kneeling on the ground, Li Xiaoya felt pain fill his chest and his mind go blank. He was blown more than thirty feet away and landed with a thud. Strangely, he remained in the same kneeling posture, his knees planted on the ground. The pain nearly made him faint.