Atop Abyss Lake.
Xiao Qianqiu gazed quietly into the distance at the disappearing figure, seemingly lost in a trance.
From simple to complex was the experience of his early life; from complex to simple was his cultivation in later life.
The great path is simple; the great path is silent.
In that moment, he was blessed with enlightenment.
The glow of the Heavenly Venerate's Mirror in his palm dissipated, clearly unable to be used for a short time.
"Brother Xiao, are you alright!?"
Ling Yuanjing hurried over, asking.
"I'm fine."
Xiao Qianqiu shook his head, sighing lightly, "Just now, brother Song was swallowed by the evil dragon; my energy was broken, and I couldn't stop it."
The Black Flood Dragon had charged out; he saw it, too, but was too powerless to intervene.
Ling Yuanjing and Sima Changlin both looked somber. In the blink of an eye, their fellow disciple of many years had died before their eyes, without even leaving a body behind.
