"... I look forward to the day when your names resound across the world and you become a Martial God on Penglai Mountain."
Tong Yuan's words still echoed and resounded in their ears.
The next day.
Ding Ling led the horses down the mountain with Zhao Zilong, Zhao Xiaoyiu, and Zhao Bingxuan. As he turned back to look at Penglai Mountain hidden in the clouds, his emotions were inexplicably complex.
They hadn't stayed here for long.
Yet it felt like many years had passed.
Tong Yuan shared his teachings wholeheartedly and without reservation, which moved and grateful to Ding Ling.
He thought that if he achieved success in the future, it would be only right to repay this kindness.
"Let's go."
Zhao Yun was also taking one step and looking back three times.
He was leading a famous Da Wan steed named "Night-Shining Jade Lion," holding a Dragon Gall Silver Spear! His shiny silver armor made him look dignified and extraordinarily powerful!
