Gazing at the distant Taixuan Sect, where fortune surged in majestic waves, Ye Cang's eyes filled with nostalgia. He murmured, "I'm finally back. Compared to before, it truly does look more like a Holy Land of the mortal realm."
An aged voice came from within the ancient cyan tower. "I am also very interested in the Taixuan Sect. Just what kind of sect could attract Sword Venerable Fudao's protection?"
Qingtian Old Ancestor!
Ye Cang replied, "But Sword Venerable Fudao has already left the Taixuan Sect. Perhaps he grew tired of it as well."
He had been to the Heaven-Mending Platform and had felt Sword Venerable Fudao's vast Sword Intent, so he had been an admirer of Sword Venerable Fudao since long ago.
"In all things, leave room to turn back. Do not drive matters to the absolute." Qingtian Old Ancestor spoke with deep earnestness.
Ye Cang did not answer. His gaze only grew more complicated.
He recalled the scene before he left the Taixuan Sect. In the Third Medicine Valley, he had argued with his master, saying he had not harmed his fellow disciples. Even when his senior sister testified for him, his master still refused to believe him. To quell the fury within the sect, his master had told him to leave the Taixuan Sect for the time being. Yet after he left, his own younger sister was murdered.
She had been his only family. He had once sworn before his parents' tombstones that he would protect his sister well.
When he learned the truth, he felt as if the sky had collapsed. He went to his master to seek justice, only to be brushed off. To this day, that hatred had not been avenged.
He hated his master for not standing up for him, and he hated the