"The Soul Hall Master will be left to me...!" As Xiao Yan's words fell, everyone's hearts suddenly settled, and the weight hanging over them was finally lifted.
Although they did not know why the young Alliance Leader could speak with such confidence, seeing the trust in the Great Elder's, Old Ancestor Huoyun's, and the others' expressions reassured them as well.
Afterward, they discussed a few more details. Once everything was settled, everyone dispersed, leaving behind only Old Yao, Xiao Heng, and Xiao Yan.
The three moved to a side hall, where Old Yao personally brewed tea for his two disciples.
"Thank you, Teacher!" Xiao Heng said with a smile as he accepted the tea with both hands.
Old Yao smiled and shook his head. Looking at the two of them, his heart was filled with emotion. At last, they had both returned. If he could, he would gladly give his life in exchange for these two disciples remaining safe forever.
Yet some things always went against one's wishes. In order to subdue the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, Xiao Yan had remained alone in the Demonic Flame Space. Old Yao had thought he would never see that disciple again in this lifetime. Then, he had personally sent Xiao Heng through that pitch-black gate. His two disciples, the two people most important to him, had both been personally sent by him to the gates of death.
Sometimes, he wondered whether his decisions had been wrong. If he had not taught Xiao Yan the Burning Art, if he had not taken Xiao Heng to that place, would everything have turned out better? The answer... could only be silence, along with the nightmares that haunted his nights.
Fortunately, they had returned. Both of them had returned. Not one was missing.
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