Ning Xiaochuan was indeed grievously injured, but he still held on through sheer force of will and did not close his eyes.
When the Fox Immortal Path Lord extended her finger, Ning Xiaochuan forcibly suppressed the injuries within his body and circulated a thread of Profound Qi through his entire body.
"Mm!"
Ning Xiaochuan braced both hands against the ground and slowly rose to his feet.
He swept his gaze over the people present, then climbed alone onto the back of the Two-Headed Stone Beast and departed.
"Ning Xiaochuan, you're hurt so badly. Where are you still going?" Duanmu Ling'er asked.
Lying sprawled across the Two-Headed Stone Beast's back, blood continuously dripping from his mouth, Ning Xiaochuan said, "People of the Demon Sect need not concern themselves with me. Wherever I go is my own freedom."
"Hmph! You're just as stubborn as your mother! Ling'er, seize him and bring him back to Nine Deaths Cliff!" Duanmu Linye said forcefully, his hands clasped behind his back.
His eyes were fixed on Ning Xiaochuan, yet countless memories surfaced in his mind.
Twenty years ago, his only younger sister, Duanmu Ning, then the Demon Sect Saintess, had betrayed the Demon Sect.
She had severed the bond between father and daughter with the Demon Emperor and resolutely married Ning Qianyi of the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion.
From that day onward, Duanmu Linye had never seen her again.
Twenty years later, Duanmu Ning was already dead.
Yet the one who had returned was her son.
Duanmu Linye's feelings at that moment were exceedingly complicated, tinged with faint sorrow.
When he saw Ning Xiaochuan's stubborn figure leaving just now, it felt as though he were seeing Duanmu Ning's departing figure from twenty years ago.
Both had been so firm, so resolute, impossible to keep no matter