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Chu Huangyue gave a slight nod and a soft hum.

She knew, too, that it was time for them to part ways.

Yun Shu might have his own plans, including what to do about the Black Stone Divine Cult, which he had joined earlier. Even now, she had no idea.

But most likely, he still wanted to return to Myriad Sword Pavilion.

After all, even when he had obtained the status of Core Disciple, he hadn't gone to the Black Stone Divine Cult.

That seemed to say a lot, but she didn't want to speculate too much. There were simply too many secrets surrounding this man. If she truly wanted to investigate them, she wouldn't be able to stop after just one or two steps.

Myriad Sword Pavilion seemed to be the only bond between them.

She had even wondered: if they both remained in Myriad Sword Pavilion, then centuries or millennia later, two ascended cultivators from the same sect might bring the pavilion to even greater heights than its past glory.

Who knew? It was possible.

But after thinking it over, she dismissed the idea. If she remained in Myriad Sword Pavilion, with the meager resources available there, she might never catch up to Yun Shu in this lifetime.

That was no exaggeration.

She had claimed countless resources and blessings of fortune, yet still couldn't compare to him.

There were so many questions to ask.

But she could only grit her teeth and accept it. She didn't think she was less skilled than others; the person before her was simply too monstrous.

His strength, talent, and comprehension were terrifyingly formidable.

As for the fact that he had reached this level despite having a Triple Spiritual Root—who still cared about Triple Spiritual Roots now?

Looking back, perhaps the reason he'd