The story ends.
And this oppressive air gradually dissipates.
"Finally... this is how it is. I entered the second layer of the Bai Ze Secret Tomb, and then returned to the back mountain when I was fourteen, ultimately... seeing you."
Xie Xuanyi lowered his eyes, gently smiled: "I know this is an illusion, yet... being able to see you, this illusion is truly not bad."
"Is it so?"
Zhao Chunyang slowly said: "What if this isn't an illusion?"
"What do you mean?"
Xie Xuanyi stared blankly at the elder.
He gazed at Zhao Chunyang's clothing, closed off for decades; the elder resembled a withered rock, with dust long settled over his attire, yet above his head, strands of Lotus Sword Energy whirled and howled, transforming into lotus petals—these were the Master's "Lotus Sacred Image."
In theory, this sacred image should be perfect, without the slightest imperfection.
But currently...
The lotus atop Zhao Chunyang's head was missing a small petal.
