Fu Shang rode away on his lion without a farewell or any fanfare. Other than Zhong Yue and the others, no one knew.
After he had slain the Bixie Divine Emperor with a breath, the old gods of Ancestral Star were all trembling in fear, wishing they could bury themselves in the ground and never emerge again. Naturally, none dared provoke Swords Gate.
Even if news of his departure spread, it would be the same.
"Elder Fu Shang has left."
Jun Sixie gazed wistfully at the horizon and let out a soft sigh.
With Fu Shang guarding the sect, her days as sect master had been far too comfortable. Every difficulty had seemed like no difficulty at all, and she could have become the revitalizing master of Swords Gate while lying down.
Now that Fu Shang had left, she naturally felt somewhat lost.
"It is good that Senior Brother has left."
Zhong Yue stood shoulder to shoulder with Jun Sixie, looking toward the heavens. "If humanity is to rise and stand on its own, we cannot have someone to lean on."
Zhong Yue understood very well that a race's strength came from every aspect. Having someone to rely on bred complacency.
"I naturally understand what Junior Brother means."
Jun Sixie stretched lazily and sighed. "It just means I can no longer win while lying down."
"Those old gods must have been scared out of their wits. They will not dare provoke Swords Gate easily. Compared to before, our conditions have already improved far too much."
Zhong Yue smiled. "Besides, little Xuanyuan has the divine sword bestowed by the Human Emperor. He will have no problem protecting himself."
"That is true."
Jun Sixie smiled as well. Looking at little Xuanyuan running around nearby with the divine sword in his hands,