Even after the disappearance of the crystal blue moth, Yang Qing remained seated as he soaked in the memory of the experiences he had from the moment he stepped off the clan's mountain.
He remained motionless for almost an hour before he finally woke up from his reminiscent state.
"I am glad I took that step.." Yang Qing said as he stood up, as he placed his hand on his heart sensing the slight change within it. It felt lighter and clearer.
"Bright Lake Dawn Sect, Yun Suifen...junior Yang Qing, pays my respects to you...You must have been an illustrious figure during your time.." said Yang Qing with deep admiration.
Cultivating the art she created he realized how deep her breadth of insight and accumulation had been.