The valley wind is desolate, red leaves flutter down.
Elder Ye slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the young man before him, revealing a faintly comforting smile.
"You… have come."
Duan Zhao silently gazed at the old man before him, a slight sadness growing in his heart.
Even he could see that Elder Ye's great lifespan had nearly run its course.
A lifetime of battles.
Elder Ye bore countless scars on his body. He had created such an astonishing sword move as "Burning Flower" and, in his youth, was once spirited, eager to compete with Zhao Chunyang.
But ultimately, he could not defy the years.
At this moment, Elder Ye was like the giant tree behind him. The wind blew, leaves fell, the red maple spun in the air, making dry and crisp cracking sounds.
Duan Zhao silently took out the Lotus Token.
He knew that Elder Ye was not waiting for him, but for his master.
Separated by thousands of miles.
