Martial Cultivator

The sky full of sword light had already dissipated, and the evening glow stretched across the horizon.

Within that glow, the young martial artist solemnly bowed toward the direction of the Sword Sect, then turned and left, leaving behind a lone black silhouette.

This time, coming to the Sword Sect to seek out the Sword Sect's Sect Master, if he could have broken through in one go, that would naturally have been ideal. But since he had not, so be it. At the very least, he had gained something, and Chen Chao did not feel any disappointment.

Moreover, on this trip, perhaps the greatest gain was not in his own realm, but that the Sword Sect's Sect Master seemed to have come to understand something.

Chen Chao had actually understood long ago what the Great Liang Emperor had always been pursuing—that no matter the time, fellow Daoists were always better than allies.

Those who walk the same path would never change their beliefs, no matter the time, the reason, or the circumstances. But alliances were filled with uncertainty.

If the Sword Sect's Sect Master had now become someone who walked the same path, that was the best outcome,there was no longer anything to worry about.

At this point, Chen Chao was very clear that the reason the Sword Sect's Sect Master could change his way of thinking was definitely not because of himself, but because of his uncle.

Over those ten-odd years, the things his uncle had done, some Chen Chao had not understood before, some he only understood now, and there were certainly many more he still had yet to see.