Everyone gradually fell silent in tacit agreement, watching as the only one still able to move put away the Witch Spirit Sword and walked step by step toward Li Siter.
"Brother Lian..." Li Siter looked at the blood seeping from his chest and asked with a bitter smile, "Are you all right?"
He shook his head indifferently. "It's nothing. Thank you for your help today. Once Bi Fan comes out, he'll understand everything."
Li Siter froze at his words. "Brother Lian, are you leaving?"
"Yes. Absolute Stillness will dissipate on its own after I leave. When that happens, whether to continue fighting is up to you. I'll take the Witch Spirit Sword with me, and Su Xingchen will follow. You don't need to worry."
As he spoke, he couldn't help coughing twice. Blood slid from the corner of his mouth. He casually wiped it away, his expression unchanged. Yet Zheng Shi'an and the others watched with aching hearts.
From beginning to end, he had faced nearly every powerful opponent alone. In the end, it had been up to him to bring everything to a close.
Now, gravely wounded, he had no choice but to withdraw. His tragic resolve moved them deeply.
A Xuan asked in a choked voice, "Master, where are you going?"
Xiao Lian raised his eyes to look at him, then swept his gaze across the others once more. "Somewhere far away," he said calmly.
"When will you come back?" Zheng Shi'an couldn't help asking, too. He didn't want Bi Fan to return one day only for him to have no idea when his Chaos Spirit Beast would come back.
Seeing the expectant looks on their faces, Xiao Lian fell silent for a long while before saying, "It won't be me coming back. You'll be heading to a