Wang Ping forcibly reined in his emotions before they could overwhelm him. He then transformed into a streak of light and landed in Yu Cheng Taoist's small courtyard on the back mountain.
The courtyard was exactly as he remembered it. On the adjacent training grounds, he could still see the marks left behind from his Sword Technique practice, but the person who always used to be reading by the Stone Table was gone.
Wang Ping rarely felt fear, but a sliver of it crept into his heart now. Sensing his emotional state, Yu Lian, perched on his shoulder, gently nuzzled his cheek with her head.
He knew that many things in life could not be forced, and he knew his master's time would eventually come. But he never expected it to be so sudden, leaving him completely unprepared. He certainly never imagined that a single, casual session of cultivation would last for a hundred and fifty-two years!
"Master… Where is he?"
