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Suddenly realizing something, Gu Ping lightly touched Sachet and put it away. He said that the young lady must have mistaken him for someone else; his name was Gu Nian, not Gu Ping, and he did not know anyone named Gu Pingren.
If not, then let’s get to know Yi Dong again; his name was Mu Yu.
So, he was Gu Nian, known as Xuanming. Gu Nian hoped not to be mistaken again.
No, there would be no more mistakes.
The two exchanged glances, much like the two oleanders that stood on either side of the Wrong Door—each understanding the other yet forever separated by the door between them.
"Junior Sister Yu," someone called.
Beside them, a Golden Core Cultivator from the Jade Void Sect pulled Mu Yu aside. Liu Dong and Gu Ping looked on with somewhat dazed expressions as they gazed into the distance at Mu Yu. Who could know what those few nonsensical words exchanged between them meant? Gu Ping didn’t know, and neither did Mu Yu.
Gu Ping—why did that name sound so familiar? Had he heard it somewhere before?
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. Xiazhi looked at Gu Ping with some confusion; he felt that those two characters sounded familiar, but he couldn’t recall where he had seen or heard that name.
If even his senior brother couldn’t remember, how could his junior brother possibly know? It was indeed quite baffling.
Gu Ping smiled, his eyes nearly squinting with delight. However, Xiazhi understood that the two should not have known each other, and that Gu Ping might not even recognize the young man before him.
No wonder. Xiazhi thought to himself; at that moment, everything in Gu Ping's heart regarding Mu Yu made sense. Yet an even more unreasonable question arose in Xiazhi's mind: if this person before him was indeed Gu Ping, then how had he survived Dong Lai?
"I don't deny it," Coco said. There were some records about the Light Canon in the academy, and the Jade Void Sect had quietly released news claiming they had obtained the Light Canon. If Gu Ping were not dead, then what did that mean?
Xiazhi stared at Gu Ping in surprise. When their eyes met, she suddenly realized that she had never truly understood the Chief Senior Brother standing before her, the gentle Junior Brother whose past seemed like a blank canvas, as if he had appeared out of nowhere.
She knew nothing of his character, his cultivation method, or his spirit beast; she had not truly grasped anything about him. When the Moonflow Cloud Realm revealed itself, was it really everything about him? Xiazhi felt a sense of confusion.
What about his expression? Did it truly reflect his thoughts? Or was it all just a facade he put on to keep them from understanding him? What would it take for him to be real?
"The fireflies are out; they should return to their camp to rest," Yi Dong said. "The demonstration will start tomorrow. Wen Tian is already quite eager. I heard they will be assigned to one of those Super Sect camps, and there should be plenty of interesting things there."
The night at Eastern Peak was exceptionally quiet. There were no spirit beasts above the Nascent Soul Stage, nor any demon tribes. Fireflies danced in the night sky, illuminating the Great Willow nearby.
"Come out."
Gu Ping stood on the east side of the willow tree, admiring the swirling fireflies before him. It reminded him of nights long past when he was a child, catching fireflies among the reeds because Mu Yu loved watching them.
The greatest distance in this world was standing face-to-face yet unable to recognize one another.
"Should I reveal my name?" Gu Ping pondered. Three years ago, that book was mine; the Light Canon was also my leg.
Xiazhi emerged from a dark corner. No one noticed that tiny gap, nor did anyone think that someone could be hiding there. But Gu Ping knew Xiazhi would definitely come looking for him tomorrow night.
"I am the Lightbringer," he thought. "Having reached Mid-Stage Nascent Soul, do I wish to reclaim the Light Canon?"
Gu Ping did not turn back, nor did he answer Xiazhi's question.
It no longer mattered. Taking it back was not as good as letting me go; perhaps that could be considered a different kind of continuation of light, living on in another form.
But what about the others, those who still struggled for the light?
He thought I shouldn't care about those people.
They weren't worth his sympathy. I could inform them that they had been disbanded or tell them about his situation.
Perhaps I could visit Cangqing Mountain; maybe it would change some of my views.
Would he think they would accept him?
No.
Gu Ping turned around, coldly staring at Xiazhi. That familiar gaze resembled Yong Tuo's when he first met Gu Ping, devoid of any emotion, as if he were merely a bystander, not even worthy of being called a passerby.
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