The map Ning Wu had given them was filled with wariness toward the Supreme Holy Palace.
Such a dangerous force, such a dangerous undertaking—Ye Lin naturally would not take Li Xiaoyao and the others into danger.
All along the way to the Supreme Holy Palace, Ye Lin traveled in secret, skirting around the territories of the various major races.
That was the importance of having a map.
Without one, Ye Lin would naturally have plunged in headfirst like a fool. Once he entered another race's territory, danger would inevitably follow.
"..."
"I never thought he would still leave on his own."
Dugu Feng said mildly as he looked at the letter in his hand.
"We knew that long ago."
Poison Venerable's tone was quite relaxed. He understood Ye Lin. Whenever Ye Lin said something, the chances of it being a joke were slim; in the end, he would truly do it.
"Since he has left, we should leave this place as well. Ten years, then. We shall meet again in ten years."
"By then, he may already have reached the Golden Immortal realm."
Dugu Feng gave a soft laugh. In ten years, he too would certainly reach the Golden Immortal realm.
"Everyone, Ye Lin said that each of us has our own destined fortune. If we stay gathered together, we will only waste our own luck. Rather than remain together, it is better to part ways."
"The map is already etched in everyone's minds. We shall meet again in ten years."
After saying that, Poison Venerable saluted the others and turned to leave.
"Hahaha, then I'll be off as well. Until we meet again in ten years."
Dugu Feng laughed heartily. He too had to seek out his own opportunities, his own destined fortune.
Watching the two leave, Li Xiaoyao