Three months later.
Clear Sky Sect Outside the mountain gate, the autumn wind is bleak, the fallen leaves are falling, and there is a chill that goes deep into the bones.
The once majestic mountain gate is now tightly closed.
The once shining golden plaque on the lintel of the No. 1 sect in the world had already broken apart in the bloody battle three months ago, and only half of the broken wooden block was left hanging sideways, making a squeaking cry in the wind, adding to the dilapidation and desolation.
Tang Yuehua stood in front of the closed mountain gate.
She specially put on a simple and elegant white dress today, and her long hair was pulled up with a simple hosta, revealing her slender and white neck.
The autumn sunshine shone on her body, giving her a soft halo.
That dignified, elegant, beautiful and noble face is still Mrs. Yue in the hearts of countless people.
But at this moment, her delicate brows and eyes were filled with worry, sadness, and deep reluctance.
Those eyes that were as moving as autumn water were looking at the tall and tall man standing in front of her, but with a hint of loneliness and aloofness.
Three months is enough time for many wounds to scab, but it cannot heal the scars and barriers that go deep into the bone marrow.
Tang Hao The penetrating wound on the chest was finally healed with the help of the sect at all costs.
But the strange remaining power of the golden holy flame still left indelible hidden wounds in his body, making his aura far less solid than before and his face looking sickly pale.
"Second brother..."
At this moment, Tang Yuehua's red lips parted slightly, and her voice contained a subtle tremor, taking the lead in breaking the suffocating silence between the two:
"Have you... really decided to leave? Leave...Clear Sky Sect?"
She looked at Tang Hao with extremely complicated emotions in her eyes.
There is heartache and reluctance for my brother, nostalgia for the past, helplessness about the current situation of the sect, and even...
There is also a trace of vague feelings that she is ashamed to admit, let alone let others notice, that go beyond the love between brother and sister and should not arise.
But that last point was buried deep in her heart with perfect etiquette and restraint, and she never revealed it.
Tang Hao slowly turned around and glanced at the closed heavy mountain door behind him, which seemed to isolate him from the outside.
Then he looked at the vaguely visible figures on the mountain road in the distance, pointing at his fellow disciples with eyes full of indifference, resentment and even fear.
There was no expression on his face, only a look of exhaustion and alienation from the world, and his voice was low and hoarse:
"Yuehua, you saw it too."
"In their eyes, it was my greed and recklessness, Tang Hao, that brought disaster to the sect. It was me who killed so many of my fellow sects, seriously injured my father, broke my eldest brother's arm, and caused the sect's reputation to fall into disrepair."
"Nowadays, everyone in the sect, whether they are elders or disciples, look at me with nothing but hatred and fear. In their hearts, I am no longer the talented young sect master I once was, but a... source of disaster and ominousness."
Tang Hao showed a bitter and self-deprecating arc at the corner of his mouth:
"There is no place for me in the sect. My staying here has no meaning except making things more difficult for my father and eldest brother, and making the cracks within the sect deeper."
"It would be better for everyone if we leave."
Tang Yuehua Hearing what his brother said, he felt so sad in his heart that his eyes instantly turned red.
She wanted to refute, to say that this was not the case, to say that her father and eldest brother actually cared about him in their hearts, to say that time would dilute everything...
But when the words came to his lips, not a single word came out.
Because she knew that what Tang Hao said was true.
In the past three months, the sect has been undercurrent.
Although on the surface, under the strong pressure of his father Tang Zhen and his eldest brother Tang Xiao, no one dared to openly shout about beating and killing Tang Hao.
But the ubiquitous rejection, cold looks, whispers, and public opinion atmosphere that places all blame on Tang Hao are real.
Many disciples who lost their loved ones in the catastrophe looked at Tang Hao with eyes like knives tempered with poison.
More importantly, Tang Yuehua can feel that deep down in his heart, his father and eldest brother do not have any complaints against Tang Hao.
It was just the family affection, as well as the consideration of not exposing the family scandal and stabilizing the sect, that made them forcefully suppress those emotions, and even...
There is a faint hint that Tang Hao may leave temporarily, which will be a relief for the sect and himself.
As a woman and the leader of the external Moonlight Pavilion, she has little room for comment on such important matters concerning the core interests and future direction of the sect.
All she can do is take more care of her second brother in private, and...
At this moment, send him on his last journey.
After a moment of silence, Tang Yuehua held back tears and asked in a low voice:
"Then... Second brother, where do you plan to go after you leave? Do you have any... plans?"
Tang Hao heard this and cast his eyes towards the distant sky.
There is the direction of the boundless blue sea.
A trace of thought and a decisive light flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly:
"I... want to go there...Sea God Island."
"Sea God Island?"
Tang Yuehua suddenly raised his head, his beautiful face full of surprise and confusion, and asked, "What are you doing Sea God Island?"
Tang Hao seemed to see his sister's worry. He shook his head gently and asked:
"Yuehua, do you still remember the golden sword that the child used to seriously injure me in the square three months ago?"
Tang Yuehua naturally remembers it.
That terrifying golden sword, which was like golden lightning, exuding endless holiness and majesty, and easily penetrated the second brother Clear Sky Hammer and his chest, had long since become a lingering nightmare in the hearts of her and all surviving Clear Sky Sect disciples.
"Remember." Tang Yuehua nodded, with lingering fear.
"I thought about it carefully and read through some extremely ancient and incomplete records about the gods within the sect."
Tang Hao's voice was lowered, with a mysterious meaning. "If I guess correctly... that golden long sword is most likely... the legendary portable artifact of Angel God, which is Angel Holy Sword!"
"Angel Holy Sword?" Tang Yuehua's pupils shrank.
Although she didn't know much about gods, she had vaguely heard of the name Angel Holy Sword.
That is the symbol of the supreme god worshiped by the Spirit Hall!
"But... what does this have to do with Sea God Island?"
Tang Yuehua is still puzzled. "Even if it is really Angel Holy Sword, it can only mean that the child named Ye Qing is extremely talented, and may have been favored by Angel God, or even... the identity of the inheritor. But how does this relate to us, and Sea God Island?"
Tang Hao's eyes flashed, and he seemed to feel a little excited about his discovery.
He said solemnly, "Yuehua, you don't understand. According to the secret records I know, it is not easy for mortals to control the gods' portable artifacts. They usually need to meet two extremely stringent conditions."
"First, he must be a true inheritor recognized by the gods. From this point of view, we can think that Ye Qing's talent is so incredible that he was spotted by Angel God at a young age and designated as his successor. Although it is incredible, it is not completely impossible."
"But the key is... the second condition!"