Not a soul stood atop the vast mountain peak.
It seemed as though it should have been bustling with people, yet endless years had reduced it to this desolate state.
A crooked ancient pine stood beside the cliff at the summit, seeming to gaze down at the misty mountains and sea of clouds below...
Little Xuanji walked forlornly onto the summit. Looking at the two spectral figures seated against the ancient pine, he walked gloomily beneath the tree.
The two old men in the tree exchanged glances at the sight of him.
"What's wrong with this child?" the older-looking man asked.
The other, slightly younger-looking old man shook his head blankly. "I don't know."
The elderly man lowered his head to look at the silent Little Xuanji below, then asked with concern, "Xuanji, what's wrong?"
"How did you end up like this after just one trip away?"
Little Xuanji looked up at the two old men in the tree. His eyes reddened in an instant, and he choked out, "Master, Grandmaster..."
"Can you save my senior brother?"
Senior brother?
Both old men froze, exchanging puzzled glances.
Where had this senior brother come from?
Had the Heavenly Secrets Lineage gained another disciple?
Why hadn't they heard about it?
Little Xuanji spoke in utter anguish. "It's Senior Brother Su. He's dying."
"No one can save him, not even the Immortal Furnace."
The younger old man looked conflicted. After pondering for a long while, he asked, "Who is this Senior Brother Su?"
"And what do you mean, he's dying?"
"If you want to save someone, go to the Immortal Furnace. Our Heavenly Secrets Lineage doesn't know anything besides fortune-telling."
Looking at the remnant souls of his two elders from the Heavenly Secrets Grotto-Heaven, Little Xuanji sat down on the ground in disappointment and