Farewell

As for Su Lingyun, ever since the Earthly Treasure Secret Realm and the Su Family's strange act of sealing their gates, all forces across the Northwest had been making endless guesses.

Most cultivators had realized that something might have happened to Su Lingyun, but none had imagined that he had died outright.

After learning of Su Lingyun's death from the Immortal Venerable, the Yang Clan had never spoken of it to outsiders.

Thus, He Shenglai's thoughts on the matter stemmed purely from having sensed that something was amiss himself.

Yang Lingrui pondered for a moment, then nodded.

Having received a definite answer from Yang Lingrui, He Shenglai's body trembled slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"How did Lord He come to know?"

Yang Lingrui asked curiously.

"Fortune."

With his eyes closed, He Shenglai said, "The path of fortune was originally something illusory and intangible. Yet since the Earthly Treasure Secret Realm, whenever I close my eyes like this, I can see countless threads filling the sky, threads that symbolize fortune. From the West Mine spirit vein where the Su Family resides, they beckon to me from afar."

"The last time I sensed the existence of fortune so clearly was during that riverside slaughter on the Twilight Ancient Path."

"When Su Lingyun merged with the blood jade, I felt an immensely powerful pull in my heart, as though something within my body was being drawn toward him. And when Su Lingyun was about to touch the True Intent Formless Manifestation, I saw threads like these extending from my own body."

"So, after learning that the Su Family had sealed their gates, I had already vaguely sensed something. Now it seemed that feeling had indeed not been wrong."

At this point, He Shenglai opened his eyes and sat up from the