Li Changfeng's vigorous, powerful voice echoed through the solemn hall.
His unwavering tone made his resolve plain, without the slightest hesitation or doubt.
His determination to serve the sect was beyond question!
Though his lifespan was nearing its end, Li Changfeng still wished to be the sect's sharp blade, leading its army straight into the heart of the Hehuan Sect!
For a time, the hall fell silent, leaving only that powerful voice echoing on and on.
Gazing at that white-haired figure from behind, Yan Qun'er, Yan Kai, Bai Yuxuan, and the other elders of the new generation were visibly moved, deep admiration flashing in their eyes.
They were touched by his spirit: even with so little time remaining, he wished to burn the last spark of his life for the sect.
Perhaps the meaning of life lay not merely in existing, but in burning.
Perhaps wiping out the Hehuan Sect completely was the lifelong wish of the Primordial Yang Sect's older generation of cultivators.
Nearby, the same thought passed through the minds of Yan Qun'er, Jiang Qiushui, and the others.
As cultivators born and bred in the Primordial Yang Sect, they had always been deeply influenced by their elders and could more or less understand this sentiment.
After all, the Hehuan Sect had been their sect's greatest enemy for thousands of years!
"Granduncle, you mustn't!"
Among the crowd, Li Buyu gazed anxiously at that aged figure and spoke softly, hoping to stop him.
She understood that this elder of hers had little time left. If he went on this campaign, he would most likely never return.
The Hehuan Sect was powerful. If the war grew even slightly more brutal, there might not even be bones left to bury.
Li Changfeng had rendered tireless and distinguished service to the household.
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