The path to the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects was one she had only just stepped onto last time before her Immortal Bone was shattered, and she nearly saw the end of her Immortal journey.
This threshold, she had to cross on her own.
"The road is under your feet, it's up to you to choose how to walk it, if you run into trouble, remember to send a message."
Hearing Song Lingqing's plan, Chu Zheng did not say much, and turned to leave.
For a Qi Cultivator, all fortunes and misfortunes stem from oneself.
Fortune and misfortune have no doors; it is people who call them forth. He never interfered too much with others' thoughts, letting nature take its course.
Watching Chu Zheng's departing figure, Song Lingqing felt only grateful, but the pale and feeble thanks that she had said too many times before could no longer be uttered by her now.
