"Please." Yan Qingfeng said respectfully.
In his lifetime, his cultivation was higher than Lu Qingshan's.
But on the path of Sword Cultivation, he was not as firm as Lu Qingshan.
Thus, this respect came from the heart.
Lu Qingshan clasped his hands in thanks and continued forward.
Immediately, his consciousness thundered again, and all the surrounding scenes changed dramatically.
This should be the last time, he thought, as he glanced at the summit now within arm's reach.
...
Yan Qingfeng's figure faded immediately after Lu Qingshan passed.
Next to the middle-aged Confucian Scholar, Yan Qingfeng reappeared.
"Prison Master, fellow Daoist Li." Yan Qingfeng clasped his hands in greeting.
Both nodded in acknowledgment.
Watching Lu Qingshan, who had re-entered a trial of conscience on the mountain path, Yan Qingfeng grew curious, "I wonder what kind of heart fellow Daoist Liu Han's trial of conscience asks about?"
Both he and Li Zhao had regrets, their Sword Hearts troubled.
