"Those who cultivate the Dao are naturally defying the heavens for their destiny. Dying on this path is a worthy death for us cultivators!"
Gong Yang grinned broadly, revealing his slightly yellow teeth.
"Indeed so!" Xu Ping nodded gently, slowly sitting down opposite Gong Yang.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the cave was tranquil, with only their voices echoing in the air.
"For an old man like me, achieving Foundation Establishment from being a Loose Cultivator is quite an accomplishment..."
Gong Yang, like an ordinary mortal, opened his heart and began to chatter on.
Xu Ping silently sat opposite him, listening.
Just like that, Gong Yang chattered on for nearly half an hour.
As time passed, the cloudiness in his eyes grew more pronounced, and the fatigue on his face spread like tidal waves.
"Listening to the ramblings of a man soon to be in the grave, Fellow Daoist Xu must be weary of me by now." Gong Yang smiled faintly, a hint of apology in his eyes.
