"Though parting brings mountains and rivers between us, Fellow Daoist Yin, have a safe journey. Should you ever need anything from me, just send a letter, and I will be there!"
On a picturesque peak in the periphery of the Broken Cloud Mountain Range, Zhouyang was bidding farewell to Yin Hanguang, who was about to embark on a journey back to the Great Brightness Immortal Palace.
It had been half a month since they besieged Dragon-Taming Star Feather, and their group had mostly recovered. It was time to part ways.
On that day, Zhouyang was first struck by the dragon's roar that captured his spirit, followed by the dragon horn piercing his body, leading him to a near-death situation.
Had it been another cultivator in his place, it would have meant certain death.
Yet, he stubbornly survived.
