Yet this step was very difficult. Surrounded by so many Fate Traits, he naturally was no pushover, nor was he any fool; if she failed to handle this well, it would be very easy to turn him into a hostile enemy.
So terribly difficult to handle.
Liu Bai stood by the door, gazing out at the distant sky with his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes profoundly deep, completely lost in thought.
The entire grand hall was exceedingly quiet, save for the constant murmuring between Nangong Yunlan and Nangong Yunfeng.
The two talked for a full half-hour, and within this half-hour, Nangong Yunlan had already sorted out every single matter.
"With so much time passing, many of our kin have already left me."
Nangong Yunlan felt somewhat melancholic. Although cultivators possessed vast longevity, that was merely potential lifespan, which did not mean one could genuinely live that long.
Some people secluded themselves behind closed doors day in and day out without ever stepping outside, yet there was no telling when a descending sword beam might reduce you and your immortal cave to ashes together.
There was simply no way to know.
"Brother, let's go. Take our surviving kin and leave this place; this place has long since ceased to be the original Nangong Family. What you have guarded has vanished long ago."
"What you guard now is nothing more than an empty shell, merely a nominal Nangong Family."
"And look at what you've been bitterly guarding with all your might—this sort of trash? No wonder factions from other stellar regions went to war with the Nangong Family."
Nangong Yunlan pointed with a face full of anger at Xue Tian, who lay upon the ground. Upon the patriarch's arrival earlier, Xue Tian had already shut his mouth and ceased speaking.