Leaving
The cave mansion's doors slowly opened, and the dull scrape of stone against stone echoed through the silent mountain hollow, as though even the air had grown heavy for the impending farewell.
Two figures emerged from the deep cave mansion one after the other, keeping close behind each other.
Bloodlight Demon Saint, walking in front, wore an unprecedentedly solemn expression. Complex, inscrutable emotions churned in his deep-set eyes.
He wore a dark-gold robe, with a faint sheen of bloodlight lingering around him.
Ao Jianlie, following behind, had a complicated expression as well.
His brows were slightly furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. His gaze held reverence and reluctance, but more than anything, a profound confusion. From time to time, he looked back at the stone doors of the cave mansion, which had already closed again, as though he could still see the figure of that senior he so admired through the thick walls.
The two walked side by side along the winding mountain path. Spiritual trees flourished all around them, and spiritual birds called softly, yet neither had any heart to admire the scenery.
After several dozen steps, Bloodlight Demon Saint suddenly stopped. He raised his head toward the rolling mountain ranges of the Demon Kingdom in the distance and pondered for a long while. The mountain wind billowed his robes with a rustling flap.
He slowly spoke in a low, hoarse voice. "I had anticipated that Master would leave the Demon Kingdom, but... I never expected him to leave so soon."
As he spoke, Bloodlight Demon Saint unconsciously clenched the cuff of his sleeve, his knuckles turning faintly white.
Ao Jianlie halted as well.
He raised his head and stared blankly at the mist-shrouded peaks in the distance. In a subdued voice, he said, "Bloodlight Patriarch,