After Ouyang left, Dongxu Zi's back grew a little more stooped.
The Sect Master of the Azure Cloud Sect, once so distinguished and immortal-like, now looked as helpless as an old man.
He had not noticed anything unusual about Ling Feng.
He accepted Ling Feng's explanation, because he himself had once been the same.
But Ouyang's unwavering insistence that something was wrong with Ling Feng, even subtly pressuring him to swear a Heavenly Dao Oath, made Dongxu Zi sense that something was amiss.
It was too normal. Ling Feng's behavior was too normal.
Exploring the Dao was not something that could be perfected through a single sudden enlightenment. Only through gradual refinement and repeated verification could that so-called enlightenment come.
Every enlightenment was, in fact, the eruption of countless accumulated efforts.
Brilliant geniuses whom Heaven chased after to spoon-feed could accumulate those efforts more easily, but they still needed time.
Not one of the little monsters on Little Mountain Peak was normal, so Dongxu Zi had no desire to consider those freaks.
But he had raised Ling Feng from childhood. Dongxu Zi could not have known him better.
To gain enlightenment in a single day like this-and enlightenment into Dongxu Zi's own Dao, at that.
This, too, sowed doubts in Dongxu Zi's heart.
This man at the pinnacle of the Cultivation World, a prodigy who had once towered over an entire era, was now lost in confusion.
The future seemed to have become something he could no longer understand at all.
But Dongxu Zi knew full well that, no matter what happened, he would shoulder all the pressure until the next generation of prodigies had grown strong.
Even if... he had to die...
Three days passed.
Ouyang and the other three waited at the mountain gate early that morning.