The old gives way to the new, sweeping away the old and ushering in the new (53K words offered, seeking

Chapter 393: The old gives way to the new, sweeping away the old and ushering in the new (3K words offered, please support with monthly votes~)

Dali Prefecture, Dianwen.

The Pushu River flowed without end, and Weibao Mountain towered majestically, as did the Doumu Pavilion atop its summit.

As the saying went:

In what year was this star palace built upon perilous heights, its jade halls and jeweled towers set into the azure sky?

Mountain mists and river vapors veiled heaven's barrier; Doumu's merciful light shone over central Dianwen.

It was just so.

Among the mountain buildings stood a great hall with purple tiles and silver walls, called Purple Radiance Hall. It was where the Doumu Pavilion received honored guests, and had witnessed the pavilion's rises and falls.

At present, the atmosphere inside was rather unpleasant.

"Sect Master Zuo, a wise man knows the tides of the times!"

A man wearing a fitted sword robe of black and silver sat in the foremost guest seat. He looked around forty, his face like cold jade, his brows like icy swords. Holding a teacup, his expression dark as could be, he coldly spat out those words.

In the host's seat sat a white-haired old man. The luminous luster belonging to a high-realm cultivator had already vanished from his face, leaving it a dull yellow dotted with age spots. Were it not for his ornate star robe and towering star crown, he would have looked no different from a mortal.

Hearing his guest's discourteous words, the old man did not grow angry, merely saying mildly,

"You may be your wise man in Emei, while this old Daoist recognizes his own tides here in the mountains. What does either have to do with the other?"

"Hah!"

The man in the sword robe gave a