Many people saw this scene, their faces filled with astonishment.
"Isn't that Yan Wuji? He's actually still alive?"
"Didn't he die on the battlefield?"
"I never thought he'd actually make it back alive."
"The war ended in defeat, and he still had the nerve to come back."
"Don't say that. It wasn't his fault."
I ignored the voices around me, gripping my sword as I slowly walked forward. As I approached, the gatekeeper recognized me.
His gaze turned icy. "Why have you come back? Looks like you deserted, huh?"
"There are thirty-seven wounds of all sizes on my body. Could they have been scratches I got while running away?" I asked with a cold laugh.
The guard froze for a moment, then waved dismissively. "Go in."
I nodded and entered the sect. The place was incredibly luxurious, boasting both all kinds of advanced technology and ancient inheritances.
I looked around carefully, my face filled with wonder. Humanity was best at adapting. Thus, people dressed in ancient robes could be seen everywhere, holding advanced-tech lightsabers in their hands.
As I walked along, I attracted the attention of countless people.
That was no surprise. Although my predecessor had been weak and untalented, his seniority was excellent. I was one of the personal disciples of the Sect Master of the Profound Sword Sect, and my status was extremely high.
But I knew very well that the Sect Master had accepted such a useless disciple only because my predecessor's father had once saved his life.
To repay that debt, the Sect Master had made an exception and accepted him. Afterward, he had also taught him carefully, but once he discovered how poor his talent was, he became indifferent toward him. He no longer cared about him at all.
I continued walking, and the gazes