In theory, no prodigy who had made it this far would choose to become a dog. But everyone had family, everyone had a weak spot.
And the ones who understood you best were the forces that had raised you with their own hands.
They had countless ways to restrain these so-called prodigies.
"Sorry."
After saying that, Zhang Zifan turned and left without hesitation. This journey was to slay demons and devils.
"May the road be smooth."
Long Aotian spoke softly. He knew that once Zhang Zifan left, they might never meet again.
Zhang Zifan had already been completely abandoned. This time, the holy land had recalled him only to pave the way for those smugglers.
Zhang Zifan's fate was simple: upon returning to the holy land, he would either be imprisoned or executed, because he had utterly lost his value.
Things had already come to this—how could the holy land behind him possibly spend a great price cultivating him again? Cultivate him only for him to turn around and bite the holy land? That would be purely asking for trouble.
And they had seized precisely Zhang Zifan's weak spot, leaving him with no choice but to go.
A master who had raised him, a beloved relative who had accompanied him through half his life—how could he not go?
If he did not go this time, an inner demon would inevitably arise in his heart, trapping him within it forever.
The Great Dao was merciless, but some things could not simply be put down just because one said so.
Watching Zhang Zifan's figure grow farther and farther away until it finally vanished, Long Aotian let out a faint sigh.
No one knew what the situation in Northern Continent was now. Ever since everyone had been summoned back, it was as though