After many years, returning to Wuji Sect, Chen Pingping felt deeply moved once again.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar sect, he suddenly remembered the past, when back then... Qingfeng had only him, and he took in a disciple, Guang Xiaoyu, on behalf of his master.
At that time, he had just recently crossed over.
Now, hundreds of years have passed, and everything has changed.
The group of people from his generation, there are few left, even Nangong Jue has aged greatly, his blood and energy depleted.
Chen Pingping strode towards Qingfeng, the environment remained the same, it was well-preserved here, except for some wild-growing plants, and beneath the lawn lay a skeleton.
It was Baili Jiansan's.
He said nothing, quietly stepped forward, and then paid a deep respect.
The small courtyard still stood but hadn't been maintained for a long time, it was in disrepair everywhere.
Moo!
