Jiang Fan shook his head.
"No need to thank me!"
"This is what you deserve!"
Chen Ping wiped the corners of his eyes, then solemnly put away the string of beads.
"Senior Brother Duan, although I know that at my level, I may not be able to repay you!"
"But if you ever need anything one day, I, Chen Ping, will do everything in my power!"
Jiang Fan nodded slightly.
"Mm!"
Then he paused.
"You should be able to tell that there are certain problems between Heaven Sect and me!"
"You have worked as a menial here in my Withered Glory Pavilion for a long time. After I leave, they may target you because of it!"
"So you... be careful!"
"Just insist that you have nothing to do with me!"
"I believe they won't do anything to you!"
"Also, with the resources in your hands, use them gradually. Don't expose them lightly!"
Chen Ping cupped his hands and said.
"Chen Ping understands!"
Jiang Fan nodded and said nothing more.
He knew that this farewell might be forever...
More than a day passed, and Zeng Yang and Jiang Zhuoxi also finished handling their mundane affairs.
On the third day, at the hour of the dragon.
Jiang Fan brought the two of them back to Tianjing Mountain.
At this moment, the clamor from a few days ago was already gone.
The morning mist had yet to disperse, and the mountain wind was slightly cool.
The vast Tianjing Platform was completely empty, with only a few stone platforms standing there all alone.
Zeng Yang and Jiang Zhuoxi looked at the open grounds, filled with emotion.
A few days ago, they had only been supporting players in this Sect Ranking Tournament.
Now, however, they were following Jiang Fan toward an entirely new world.