"Fearless as the heavens and earth, the principles are profound..."
Meng Qiwu murmured softly, as the light and shadows of the past gradually converged with the silhouette of Zhang Fan in front of him.
"Qi Wu..."
At that moment, Zhang Fan paused, turned around, and called out, pulling Meng Qiwu back from his thoughts.
"Why did you stop?"
"I'm finding my way." Meng Qiwu quickened his pace and caught up.
"It's just ahead, there's an elder from my sect who met with Qin Ergou two days ago." Meng Qiwu said solemnly.
"Why is your sect elder not staying at Zhongnan Mountain but here?" Zhang Fan asked.
"He suffered a tribulation early on and was unwilling to stay in the sect." Meng Qiwu replied nonchalantly.
As they spoke, the two walked to a pond, where the faint moonlight fell, and under the green trees by the pond sat a hunched figure, elderly and frail, fishing.
"Master Quan."
