Jian Yi knew very well just how much Wu Yun had helped him. Without Wu Yun, there was no way he could have broken through this final barrier so quickly.
After that, Wu Yun had said something to him:
"You need a stage. Continuing as a Rogue Cultivator may be free, but it will also ruin your talent and limit. If you don't mind, I am willing to give you a stage—a grand stage that no one else can give you!"
Jian Yi had grown used to freedom. It was not as though he had never considered joining a faction, and he knew that being a Rogue Cultivator was not a long-term solution. But whenever he thought of all the rules and restrictions within a faction, he found them troublesome and instinctively resisted.
When Wu Yun extended the olive branch, Jian Yi admitted that he had been tempted. Yet his carefree heart had still kept him from agreeing immediately.
"If I successfully break through the final barrier, I'll agree to go with you. How about it?" Those had been Jian Yi's exact words at the time.
Those words had been a polite refusal, with a half-joking undertone.
But for a lone wolf like Jian Yi, such an answer was already equivalent to agreement. He merely lacked a reason to convince himself to stop being a Rogue Cultivator.
Now, he had that reason!
"From this day forth, I am Jian Yi of the Kaoshan Sect, a disciple under Wu Yun!"
Jian Yi's eyes held only Wu Yun. To him, Wu Yun was someone whose heels he could scarcely hope to glimpse, someone worth following for the rest of his life!
For this lifetime, he was following Wu Yun to the end!
"Oh? Someone beat me to it?"
Sensing Jian Yi's thoughts,