Tearing through, piercing through.
In an instant, countless memories flooded into Qi Yuan's mind.
In Zhang Feng's memory, Qi Yuan finally saw that kindly old man.
He was often dressed in linen clothes, fishing by the lake.
With all the memories in hand, Qi Yuan looked at the blank-faced Zhang Feng.
"Celestial Venerable, this time, I'll remember you."
This time, he had met the Celestial Venerable and learned quite a bit about him.
Qi Yuan always remembered those who were kind to him.
Being remembered means never truly disappearing.
Someday, when he stepped into the realm of myth and legend, those old friends might reappear.
With those words, he slew Zhang Feng with a single sword stroke.
The previously excited Wang Wenqi now had a tear streaming down her face.
At this moment, one of the twin sisters said: "Sir, we must hurry, the Evil God's army will soon be here. The next one to strike could be a Venerable One!"
