Two streaks of Spirit Transformation Realm Escape Light flew toward Penglai.
Shi Zixing had come in a hurry, but took his time leaving. He liked talking to people, and so he struck up a conversation with Shen Lang even while they were on the road.
The two talked about everything from the Evil Sword Sect to the situation in the Eastern Sea, then moved on to their respective Dao Paths. The more they talked, the more they found themselves on the same wavelength.
Shen Lang was not someone with a wide circle of friends. Back when he cultivated within Penglai, he had kept to himself, and after becoming sect master, he had been so entangled in the thousand threads and ten thousand knots of sect affairs that he could not get away.
He had no idea how many years it had been since he had spoken so freely with someone.
His closest friends from his youth had passed away in meditation or left, and he had never seen them again.
Moonsea Valley, Penglai Daoist Sect.
Shen Lang and Shi Zixing drank and talked freely in a pavilion on the mountaintop.
They did not need to concern themselves with each other's status or weigh their words. They said whatever came to mind, laughed when they finished, then drank another cup after laughing.
They regretted not meeting sooner.
The pavilion was small, with eight upturned eaves, and beyond it lay the boundless Dark Sea.
The two sat on the ground, with several empty wine jars lying haphazardly on the stone steps beside the pavilion.
"Zixing, I won't hide it from you. The previous generation's venerable of Penglai had only just passed away in meditation when I was elected sect master of this generation."
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"I was filled with trepidation. The Dao lineage