The rooster had not yet crowed, and the sky outside the window remained dark.
"Master!"
Chen Ji suddenly sat up on the bed, still in shock.
Only when he saw Xiao Man dozing by the bed did he suddenly realize it was just a dream. In the dream, he saw Old Yao wielding a sword at the Temple of Martial Arts on Changbai Mountain, a meteor-like sword seed piercing through his chest, dyeing the snowy peak red with blood.
The master had gone to kill Lu Yang... but that was Lu Yang.
Chen Ji only hoped that the bitter old man wouldn't do anything foolish. It's not like he absolutely had to ascend to the Forty-nine Heavens; wasn't life quite good in this world?
Moreover, Lu Yang was quite old; he could hide in the Ning Dynasty, and sooner or later he would outlive him.
When Lu Yang died of old age, he would immediately go to the Temple of Martial Arts to kill his disciple. By that time, Lu Yang's disciple would have just begun practicing the sword seed, making it easy to kill.
