At night, the starry sky was like a painting.
On the rooftop deep within Purple Cloud Academy, two figures sat cross-legged across from each other: Qin Chuan and the Purple Cloud Palace Master.
A gentle breeze came, the water was calm, they drank wine while gazing at the moon, reciting poetry to the bright moon, singing verses of elegance...
After a long time, Qin Chuan shook his head self-deprecatingly and said with a smile, "Thousands of years have passed. The world has seen its ups and downs, constantly changing, and new techniques have emerged. It seems we old folks are becoming obsolete..."
"Why belittle yourself, senior?"
The Purple Cloud Palace Master shook his head and said with a smile, "If it weren't for your bloody battles back then, securing the Forbidden Divine Mountain from beyond the heavens, how would the Nine Heavens Continent enjoy today's prosperity and splendor?"
"Heh heh..."
Qin Chuan chuckled again and then fell into silence.
