Qingtian Cang sipped his tea, a smile playing at the corners of his lips:
"The Three Mountains and Five Mountains, the famed mountains of Buddha Dao, the Five Lakes and Four Seas, how many stories through the ages, how many scholars and Martial Artists, all have left their marks here. A Martial Artist must harbor the world in his chest, see the world, see the multitude of beings, sail through all vicissitudes, and only upon looking back can he come to see himself.
In the old days, travel was inconvenient and the upper limit of Martial Arts was not high. Martial Artists perhaps spent three or five years, or even their entire life, to seek out their own Dao."
Lu Chenzhou accepted the teaching:
"Thank you, Master Ancestor."
After he left, the members of the sect gazed at Lu Chenzhou's departing back.
Shi Ruyu sighed and said:
"When Junior Brother returns, perhaps he will already have Broken through the Second Shackles."
Ji Feiyan said enviously:
