Yuan Chengsi quietly pointed to the sky, indicating that some things could not be spoken of. Yet he smiled with remarkable ease. "You are naturally also a disciple of my Ten Mile Sword Saint. The Heaven Worship Ceremony was carried out by our sect. No matter what happened that year, it had nothing to do with you."
There was quite a lot of information in those words.
Chen Xun could not help falling into a daze. When his master spoke of "courage," it seemed he had long since discovered that Chen Xun was not Ouyang Boxiao. He had even acknowledged Chen Xun's existence in this era...
During that journey to the Mystic Micro Heaven Domain, Chen Xun had carried this old man back to the sect in one arm.
Today, his master had wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
It was a very strange feeling...
"Sixth Junior Brother." Yuan Chengsi's gaze was steeped in the years as he looked into the immortal-tomb heavens and asked with a smile, "How is this sky?"
"The scenery is like a painting. Within the Immortal Tomb Complex are Supreme Unity yin souls—no deathly aura, no resentment, only bright radiance. This sky... this disciple likes it very much."
Chen Xun spoke in a deep voice, putting heavy emphasis on the word "likes." Reverence filled his eyes. "Thank you for your guidance, Master."
"As your master, I will not ask too much of you, nor am I curious in my heart."
Yuan Chengsi continued gazing into the distance. "Your master is now the head of the state religion, covering the heavens with one hand in the Taiyi Great World. Sixth Junior Brother, from now on, live more freely. There is no longer war beyond these lands."
Hearing this, Chen Xun smiled. This time, however, his smile