Oath

"Amitabha, this was his room…"

Master Xuanzhi proclaimed with a sorrowful expression that the room they were in was indeed the room that Master Xuanming stayed in all those years ago.

Ling Yun's divine sense enveloped the entire room. He came to a simple bed and prayed to that empty bed with his hands clasped together.

It was as though Master Xuanming was sitting on the empty bed.

Thank you for saving my life, Great Master! Ling Yun recited in his heart.

If it wasn't for Master Xuanming, he would have been killed by Si Kongtu. Perhaps even Qin Qiuyue, who was just there by coincidence, would have met with her death.

Ling Yun was truly grateful for Master Xuanming's actions.

"May I know which secluded sect Honorable Master and your honorable senior came from?" Ling Yun turned and asked Master Xuanzhi after paying his respects to Master Xuanming.