Qin Luo's robes billowed in the wind, his eyes filled with gratitude as he earnestly said, "Thank you for your companionship along the way, and for helping me when I was in trouble."

Rumble!

The bronze door was lifted.

A gust of wind swept out of the palace.

Pei Mu, standing at the bottom of the steps, looked shocked; this was the first time he had ever seen anything like this.

Qin Luo put away the Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Furnace. He saw the portrait of the Dao Ancestor deep in the palace, took out three incense sticks, lit them, and said softly, "Dao Ancestor, if only you were here."

The current chaotic situation is very troublesome for Qin Luo. It is hard to imagine that the Dao Ancestor could cause the Heavenly Dao, which possesses the Dao of Time and the Dao of Space, to collapse.

As Qin Luo left the palace and descended the steps, Pei Mu stepped forward and said respectfully, "Daoist Qin, if you are going to the capital, I can escort you."

"Thank you for your kindness, Daoist Pei." Qin Luo smiled and shook his head, then asked curiously, "Daoist Pei, what kind of person do you think the Imperial Preceptor is?"

Pei Mu thought for a long time, and then said in a deep voice, "I don't know. Master is very mysterious. He comes and goes without a trace. He has never taught us cultivation, nor does he reason with us. Sometimes I even doubt whether he really exists."

Qin Luo nodded and cupped his hands in acknowledgment, "Thank you for your trouble, Daoist Pei. I hope we will meet again someday."

Pei Mu shook his head repeatedly. He escorted Qin Luo to the gate of Wushang Temple. Before parting, he suddenly said, "Master Qin, I hope you can treat my junior sister well."

Qin Luo didn't know why Pei Mu said such a thing, so he could only smile and nod, "Yes."

After leaving Wushang Temple, Qin Luo walked alone in the mountains and forests, thinking about how to deal with the Grand Preceptor and how to break through his infinite space.

call out!

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out.

A streak of fire pierced the sky.

Qin Luo looked up and watched the firelight falling like meteorites from above, then shook his head helplessly.