Chapter 570.2: The Past is Nothing But a Memory - Part 2
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Martial Cultivator Chapter 570.2: The Past is Nothing But a Memory - Part 2

Deercry Monastery, in a small temple at the back of the mountain.

These days, the old monk perhaps felt too stifled staying in the temple, so he simply sat on the doorstep. Today's sunlight was pleasant, a rare warm spring day. But even as the warm rays fell on the old monk's face, they couldn't illuminate the deep lines etched there. Those things hidden within his wrinkles remained forever shrouded in darkness.

Under the sunlight, the old monk's dust-covered robes had specks of dust dancing in the air. He lowered his head to look, but his turbid eyes showed no emotion.

The old monk narrowed his eyes slightly, looking up at the warm sun in the sky. Actually, cultivators had a different name for the sun, they called it celestial star.

However, a more widespread term among the common populace was simply “the sun,” while “celestial star” was a phrase only found in the memories of older cultivators and ancient texts.

The old monk sat on the doorstep for a while before he vaguely noticed a figure clad in black walking over from the distance.

This sight caused the old monk who had lived for countless years to fall into a brief trance. Most of his life had been spent in this small temple without friends. Perhaps he had friends once, but they had long since passed before him. He had no disciples either. Though he occasionally gave guidance to some monks in the temple, there was never an official master-disciple relationship. The one person he had truly regarded as a disciple was the Nation Teacher of Great Liang, who was called the “Demon Monk.” Yet, even they never had the official relationship of master and disciple. Now, many years have passed since that Great Liang Nation Teacher's time.

That once-young monk also liked to wear black robes.

Now, he was once again seeing a young monk who liked to wear black.

In an instant, countless stories from the past flooded the old monk's mind, and he could not help but let out a sigh.

The young monk came before the shrine, slowed his footsteps, and respectfully bowed to t

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