Countless disciples watched Tang Qingru leave, each one heartbroken beyond words.
It was as though they had lost the most important person in their lives.
"Perhaps she'll never come back."
Outside, Tang Qingru glanced back at Tongtian Pavilion, then resolutely followed Ye Lin away.
Just as the two departed, the young man in azure robes and an old man stood in the void, watching them go.
"Pavilion Master, can't we really keep her?"
The old man watched Tang Qingru's fading figure, a trace of heartache flashing through his eyes. Over these past hundred-odd years, he had truly regarded Tang Qingru as his own granddaughter.
Watching her leave just like that—perhaps never to see her again in this lifetime—filled him with an inexplicable sorrow.
"They do not belong here. They have their own mission. I have lived for hundreds of millions of years and seen far too many people like them."
"You as well. You could clearly see that she did not belong here, yet you still chose this. Are you not only adding to your own troubles?"
"Do not do such things again."
With that, the young man in azure robes turned and left.
The old man turned away as well, leaving behind only a heavy sigh. His silhouette was unbearably lonely.
He did not want to be this way either, but she truly looked like his granddaughter who had passed away long ago. Every time he saw her, the image of his granddaughter would automatically surface in his mind.
"Where are we going now?"
Atop a Desolate Mountain, Tang Qingru looked at Ye Lin with a face full of curiosity.
The two of them had no destination at all. Once they left the Northern Frontier, they could only wander aimlessly.
"They're here."
Suddenly, the corners of Ye Lin's mouth