Under a Sky-Grazing Ancient Tree, Fang Lin sat cross-legged by the stream, the powerless Clear Rainbow Sword leaning quietly against the ancient tree.
Fang Lin exhaled a turbid breath, opened his eyes, and looked at the Clear Rainbow Sword beside him. His expression was somewhat dazed, as if the dashing figure of the silver-haired elder appeared before him once again.
Though the Clear Rainbow Sword remains, the person is no longer here.
These past few days, Fang Lin had been reluctant to think about Jin Zhulong's death, because every time he recalled it, his heart felt extremely heavy.
To Fang Lin, Jin Zhulong was both a mentor and a friend, someone who supported him during his weakest moments. Without Jin Zhulong, Fang Lin feared he wouldn't have survived until now and would have perished somewhere unknown long ago.
