The immortal path is rugged, a solitary journey.
The Great Dao is lonely; as one ascends high and gazes afar, all mountains appear small. At Zheng Yi's current level, he is destined to walk this road alone.
The emperor claims loneliness and singularity, calling himself the solitary one.
But isn't that the same for a cultivator?!
Especially now, at Zheng Yi's level, he can be considered the first below the Heavenly Dao, standing above countless beings. From the moment he embarked on the path of cultivation, he was destined to walk the Great Dao alone.
Zheng Yi did not speak; he only nodded quietly. The seemingly silent surroundings gave an oppressively heavy feeling.
For a moment, father and daughter remained silent. The calm aura made it somewhat difficult to breathe.
"Will I still be able to see you?!"
After a moment, Zheng Xianzi spoke up.
"If fate allows, we shall meet! When I reach the highest peak, I will be watching you!"
