Only Ouyang and Xiao Feng stood in a room built of ice and snow.
"Aren't you coming back with me?" Ouyang asked, looking at Xiao Feng before him.
Xiao Feng gently shook his head. "Eldest Senior Brother, Little Mountain Peak is wonderful, but it doesn't suit my Dao. My Dao lies in constant battle. If I returned to Little Mountain Peak, I'm afraid I would stop progressing!"
At that moment, Xiao Feng finally understood why Hu Yun had not accepted him as a disciple. As one of the Nine Great Sects, the Azure Cloud Sect had countless resources and supreme cultivation methods, but they were of no use to someone whose root bone had been dug out.
Having embarked on the path of body refinement, he was destined to battle constantly throughout his life. Only that way could he improve his strength. Merely cultivating in seclusion in the mountains would not help him in the slightest.
Ouyang nodded as he looked at Xiao Feng. They had not seen each other for only a few years, yet that stubborn youth was already a head taller than him, the obstinacy once in his eyes replaced by resolve.
Although he was the last junior brother to join them, Xiao Feng was the one who gave Ouyang the least cause for worry, unlike those other unfilial sons, each burdened with great karmic entanglements.
Ouyang raised his hand, and Xiao Feng bent slightly. Ouyang naturally rested his hand on Xiao Feng's head and said softly, "If you ever run into something you can't handle, just come straight back. Even something as big as the sky will cease to be a problem once it reaches Little Mountain Peak!"
His voice was quiet, but his words rang with resounding authority. This was the sense of security only