Half a month later, at night, in Tianhe Law Realm at Heavenly Peak.
This peak was like a long spear thrust into the ground, straight and steep, towering into the clouds. Standing on the summit, it almost felt like one could touch the stars in the sky with a raised hand.
At this moment, the rocky summit of Heavenly Peak had been entirely flattened, smooth as a mirror. A massive four-direction altar stood in the center, with Qiu Jinwu in a purple robe, sitting cross-legged at the heart of the stone platform.
Beside him, a dim yellow lantern floated, its faint light flickering uncertainly on his porcelain-shard-like face.
Qiu Jinwu looked down at the lean, black-robed elder lying in front of him, his face filled with emotion, "Huang Jiu, Elder Huang. The last time we met was fifteen years ago."
