The tranquility within the peach orchard did not last long. Desolate Halberd True Monarch withdrew his distant gaze and focused it back on Qi Yun. His eyes, which seemed to contain the birth and death of stars, were now as heavy and still as an immemorial abyss, carrying the vigilance and vicissitudes of one who had endured myriad tribulations.
"Now, do you understand why I said you must not follow Wu Dao's old path?"
His voice was no longer as resonant as before. It had deepened, rolling across the sky like muffled thunder, causing the falling petals in the peach orchard to freeze in midair.
Qi Yun's heart skipped a beat as he held his breath in absolute concentration.
