Her face is as swift as lightning; the seasons pass like a fleeting breeze.
The grass turns green, the frost has already whitened; the sun sets in the west, the moon returns to the east.
...
Time flows on.
In the blink of an eye, forty years have passed.
On this day.
Outside Mount Tailao, a streak of wind and thunder swept over, suppressing its escaping light, revealing a figure within.
Clad in blue robes, wielding a long sword.
Graceful and dignified.
"Brother Dai."
"Junior Master Dai."
"Immortal Master Dai."
This person landed outside the mountain gate, and the disciples of Heaven Mending Sect bowed in greeting, their attitudes filled with respect, as they clearly recognized him.
"Hmm."
The blue-robed swordsman nodded slightly and strode briskly into the mountain.
Inside and outside the mountain gate.
A group of disciples watched his departing figure, unable to restrain themselves from murmuring to one another—