Yu Cheng Taoist had always been the one secretly managing the operation concerning Wang Kang. So, after hearing his Second Senior Brother's reply, Wang Ping sighed and hastily ended the conversation.
The next month, Yu Cheng Taoist, who hadn't taken on a disciple in a long time, accepted another one. He named him Xingshan and kept him by his side to teach him personally.
「Two years later, in the late autumn of the Baofeng 9th Year.」
Su Dun was carried up Qianmu Mountain. He was terminally ill and had come to see Wang Ping one last time.
"During the Mozhou Road rebellion back in the day, I was ambushed on a march. I nearly had my head chopped off but was lucky enough to be saved by my men. Still, a blade pierced my lung. It was a good thing there was a Wood Cultivator with the army, or I would've been a goner right then and there. Now that I'm old, this lung hurts more and more each day. Last month, I fell ill and haven't been able to get out of bed since."
