Elder Ye's words often echoed in his heart.
But at this moment, his gaze merely deepened a little.
Elder Ye had never told him about the true Immortal Realm or the Immortal History of the Three Thousand Immortal Territories, nor had he brought out those ancient books for him to read. He had merely been reading about the past lives of mighty beings of heaven and earth. He had experienced no sudden enlightenment, nor arrived at any earth-shaking declaration.
Nor had his blood surged as he read. He had simply discerned, between the lines of those sparse accounts, just how he ought to struggle to stay alive...!
He himself.
Also wanted to keep his clansmen alive. Even now, he had no lofty ambitions soaring into the clouds. But he was no longer that ignorant child who believed that heaven and earth were harsh, that his lineage's continual decline, his parents' deaths, and his grandfather's tragic end had all been caused by the world around them.
Wang Qicang had learned to think, learned to look at the predicament behind the Wang Family rather than merely what lay before his eyes. He was calm and composed.
Three hundred years later.
On this day.
Wang Qicang slowly set down the ancient book and solemnly cupped his hands.
"Elder Ye, I want to cultivate qi."
"...Very good."
When Wang Qicang looked back on this day in the future, he would realize that it was the first time Elder Ye's voice had ceased to be icy, and the first time he had spoken without insulting him.
But it was only on this one day.
Afterward.
Wang Qicang began truly cultivating qi, drawing in the essence of heaven and earth, breathing with the ancient immortal forest, inhaling and exhaling with the world.
Spring came to