"Unfortunately, Eldest Senior Brother was not fated to see you one last time, Master. He kept talking about it before he passed away. He said he was slow-witted and had no affinity for the Sword Dao, bringing shame to our sect. He hoped that you would attain the Great Dao and that he might have the chance to become your disciple again in his next life."
"So, Huan'er is gone..."
Even though he had long been prepared, a pang of sorrow still struck Bai Zichen's heart.
That dark-skinned little monkey had grown up right before his eyes. He was his very first disciple, from back when Bai Zichen had just begun to develop Feiyue Lake and the White Jade Tower had just been built.
Later, Tong Huan had followed him, his own status rising as his master's did. Realizing his talent for cultivation was limited, he had decisively switched his focus to administrative affairs.
