Within the Dim Radiant Mausoleum, a ‘disperse your separate ways’ had seemingly traversed endless time as no regret had been contained within despite that lingering sense of loss.
In the lands of the Immortal Court, recorded images of light had been left behind in which he had defeated two Emperors of the Immortal Court within a single exchange.
“We are all cultivators. Slay the dao, see one’s true self.”
Recalling that majestic figure who had been garbed in black clothes and a white robe, his hair black and his brows white, Yan Zhaoge fell into deep thought for a time.
While he had never personally interacted with him before, while he had long since returned to dust, he could still sense just how imperious and lofty of a person he had been.
People had many faces as making a conclusion about someone from just one time and one incident could inevitably be misleading somewhat.