Beyond the gates of the Qingyun Sect, clouds and mist swirled.
Lin Xiu stood in white with his hands behind his back, gazing at the familiar sect plaque before him. The faintest smile tugged at his lips.
Three years had passed.
Three years ago, he had been an inconspicuous servant disciple in the Qingyun Sect’s outer sect, with mediocre talent and little cultivation. His fellow disciples mocked him, and the elders ignored him. Then, by chance, he obtained an ancient-looking ring, which contained the legacy of the remnant soul of an ancient immortal.
