"Dongxue, why put yourself through this? The Sentimental Dao doesn't need to be anchored to a specific person!" Lu Ruiqing's voice was hoarse, filled with anguish and regret.
Lin Dongxue's somber voice rang out. "Walking the Sentimental Dao without Tang Yan would only bring pain.
Master, you needn't worry. If Tang Yan's spirit lives on in heaven, he will watch over Dongxue as she forges a new path of the sword.
If I cannot, then that is your disciple's fate."
Lu Ruiqing sighed softly. "Whatever happens, I am still your master. The Sword Alliance will always stand behind you."
"Thank you, Master." Lin Dongxue raised a hand and walked out of Moon Immortal Sword Cliff.
Watching his disciple's desolate retreating figure, Lu Ruiqing could not help letting out a long sigh.
When the Sentimental Dao shattered, it was all too easy to fall into the Heartless Dao, becoming indifferent to everything, attaining supreme forgetfulness, and living a lifetime alone.
Rather than have you enter the Heartless Dao, I would sooner you became a mortal.
Northern Spirit Realm.
Profound Frost City, beside Reach the Summit.
In the rear courtyard of a large residence, Tang Ling was practicing the Tang Family's Cloudflow Sword.
The long sword danced in his hand, slashing streaks of Sword Intent across the courtyard.
He no longer lacked pills, and Reach the Summit had even arranged sparring partners for him. His strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, and he had already joined the ranks of King Rank experts.
Then he abruptly reined in his sword's momentum and looked toward the courtyard gate.
A man and a woman came into view.
Tang Ling blinked hard. Once he was sure his eyes were not deceiving him, wild joy swept over him, and he shouted, "Wutian, Jinxiu! Is that