Nong Zhu stood in silence for a long while, his expression complicated. Then he resolutely walked away, tossed out a boat-shaped flying artifact, and leaped aboard. Standing at the prow with his back to Bi Changchun, Nong Zhu remained motionless and said nothing.
Yue Qianchou gave a soft sigh and pushed Furong and Ziyi toward the flying artifact. Furong was at a complete loss, while Ziyi kept looking back through tear-blurred eyes. After Yue Qianchou more or less forced the two women aboard, Ziyi finally could not hold back any longer. She dropped to her knees, collapsed against the rail, and burst into tears. "Elder Bi..."
No matter how heartbroken Ziyi cried, the flying artifact shot into the sky with a "whoosh"...
From beginning to end, Nong Zhu never turned his head, nor did he utter a single word. He stood ramrod straight at the prow, steering the flying artifact rapidly south...
Yue Qianchou quietly walked over to Bi Changchun and said, "Master, they've left." It was nonsense, of course. With Bi Changchun's cultivation, how could he possibly not know they had gone?
Bi Changchun turned around and expressionlessly looked at Yue Qianchou before giving a nod. Yue Qianchou stepped back several paces, solemnly clasped his hands and bowed deeply. When he straightened up again, the man before him had vanished. A black speck in the sky was swiftly disappearing eastward...
Shuntian Island instantly became incomparably quiet. Yue Qianchou slowly turned in a circle, looking around him. The sunlight was still brilliant, Thousand Mile Lake still shimmered with rippling waves, the breeze still blew softly, and the island's lush vegetation still swayed gently...
When his gaze fell upon the large house in the center of the island, it stopped. The old man who had sat cross-legged within it for a