"Second Master, you... why must you do this?"
In a certain fragment of the Years, Lu Xuan, the Blind Daoist, the Lame Daoist, and Supreme were sitting around a tea table.
Lu Xuan sighed softly.
"Doing this, you've completely become a target for all, this..."
The Blind Daoist smiled calmly.
"It was inevitable. I occupy The Beginning of Ancient Times but was unwilling to reveal your identity to the other Fellow Daoists. They've always been suspicious. This day was bound to come sooner or later. Rather than let you be exposed, it's better that I take the blame."
He paused for a moment before speaking gently:
"In any case, with the final kalpa approaching, I, your master, have grown weaker and weaker. I'm afraid that by the time Supreme falls from the state of Perfection, I too will be on the verge of becoming an Ancient One. I won't be of much use in the conflicts to come."
