Time flashed past like a white steed glimpsed through a crack. Soon, a year had passed since Seeking Immortals began on Chivalrous Heroes Island.
By now, most cultivators seeking immortals here could offer some insights of their own into the poems and pictures on the twelve stone walls.
Yet in an overlooked corner, one Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator had remained before the First Chamber's stone wall for twelve whole months, without taking a single step toward the Second Chamber.
Clad in plain white sword robes, her figure slender, she was none other than Xie Chan of Hanging Sword Mountain.
Occasionally, cultivators who had noticed her before passed through and found the sight rather strange.
"Why is this young friend still here?"
A Golden Core Realm cultivator entered the First Chamber and stopped short. He transmitted his voice to the friend beside him, with whom he had been discussing the Dao. "Could she have never moved a single step?"
His friend looked over and said, "Her ability to endure solitude is commendable, at least."
To keep one's heart unwavering, unmoved by the outside world-that resolve alone surpassed many restless, impatient people.
Yet there was one thing they both understood and left unsaid.
Comprehending the mysteries of the Great Dao required insight and inspiration. Simply sitting and persevering would not reveal them.
These discussions were all conducted through private voice transmissions, so Xie Chan naturally knew nothing of them.
But even had they spoken aloud, she could no longer have heard anything from the outside world.
Even Xie Chan herself had not realized that her mind and thoughts had sunk into a profound state.
Her thoughts drifted back to long, long ago, to the Chu Kingdom across the distant Dark Sea.
What was a chivalrous hero?
Xie Chan's grandfather, Xie Xing, had