"Come on, let's go stay at Senior Brother Ji's dojo."
With a grand wave of his hand, Chen Xun headed toward the Human Dao Pavilion with Big Black Ox and Little Crimson, acting not the least bit like an outsider. "Senior Brother Ji, we can find the way ourselves. We'll be going on ahead."
Having said that, he strode into the skies without looking back.
Ji Kun was left alone atop the mountain peak, disheveled in the wind. He shook his head and chuckled, but he had long grown accustomed to his junior brother's lack of manners. He could do as he pleased.
A year later.
Human Dao Pavilion.
This place was unlike the Five Elements Sect's splendor of gold and jade. Its dojo's mountains and rivers were filled with grand, towering "Human Race statues," permeated by an air of solemnity that inspired awe at a glance. They seemed to be statues of the many sages of the ancient Human Race.
Magnificent, solemn, valiant.
The Human Dao Pavilion's disciples seemed to have inherited that solemn air. Their gazes were sharp, their conduct meticulous. They bore the weight of the Human Race's continuation and inheritance beneath heaven. This was considered the doctrinal creed of the Human Dao Pavilion; once one entered the pavilion, one felt that the rise and fall of the Human Race under heaven was every commoner's responsibility...
Over the past year, Chen Xun often brought this matter up to tease them.
"Hehe, truly, once you enter the pavilion, a great responsibility falls upon this man from heaven..."
Today.
They were sitting atop a colossal statue, eating. The view here was broad and open, overlooking the mountains and rivers in all directions as well as the outlines of immortal cities. No matter when one came, it opened one's heart