Meng Qi, cherishing dreams of becoming a sword immortal, did not head for the Central Plains. Instead, he turned around and returned to the Western Region.
Without Shaolin Temple as his backing, he could still seek shelter under sects and aristocratic families such as the Sword-Washing Pavilion, True Martial Sect, and Langya Ruan Clan. Of course, he could not be too high-profile.
"This is Human Veins!" Meng Qi secretly congratulated himself.
"Even Master probably never imagined that, without ever leaving Shaolin, I would come to know so many young heroes and great men. This is what it means for heroes to cherish heroes, hehe—"
When he found Qin Sheng and Jiang Zhiwei amid the wind and sand, Meng Qi was moved to tears.
"Big Brother, Big Sister, please accept this little brother's bow!"
"Little monk, what madness are you up to this time?" Jiang Zhiwei could not help laughing.
"I have drifted through half my life without finding a worthy lord. If the Heavenly Sword Beyond the Skies does not disdain me, I am willing to become a foot soldier of the Sword Pavilion!" Meng Qi said with a grin.
Though he had lived in Shaolin, his heart had long belonged to the Sword Pavilion. Today, it was not Shaolin casting Meng Qi out—it was Meng Qi abandoning Shaolin!
A tiger entering the mountains, a dragon returning to the sea—nothing could be more fitting!
"I understand now. Junior Uncle guessed right. Shaolin Temple really did expel you from the sect, didn't it?" Jiang Zhiwei asked.
"Brother Qin truly sees through everything." Meng Qi praised him and admitted it.
"That's right. The head of the Discipline Academy stripped me of my status as a Shaolin disciple and all my martial arts on the grounds that I was cruel and bloodthirsty. I