Over the past few days.
The sky had been clear, the air fresh, and the breeze gentle.
A certain Immortal Venerable-also the greatest swordsman under heaven-had been eagerly invited to help the major sects vanquish demons and monsters.
As for a certain sect leader, who had made ten visits in his determination to invite him back to the Demon-Slaying Sect, he had missed him yet again, leaving him heartbroken, tearing his hair out, and utterly hopeless.
Having lost its most powerful peak master, the Demon-Slaying Sect had become the talk of the cultivation world.
Whenever the Sect's disciples announced their affiliation during their travels, they were met with snide remarks.
"Thank you, Demon-Slaying Sect, for setting Immortal Venerable Bai free and benefiting all the other sects! Now everyone has a chance to get close to this divine man!"
The Demon-Slaying Sect disciples: "..."
They had ten thousand curses on the tips of their tongues, but no idea whether to voice them!
It was all their junior sister's fault!
If she hadn't pestered Immortal Venerable Bai and offended his most cherished person, would he have flown into a rage for his beloved man, roaming the world with his sword and never sparing another thought for the Demon-Slaying Sect?
Compared with their junior sister, Senior Brother Xiao was so much better.
Over time, fewer people fawned over their junior sister, and a wave of nostalgia for Senior Brother Xiao swept through the sect instead.
Outside his Little Wooden House, someone had even erected a square wooden board bearing the words-
[It has been XXX days since Senior Brother Xiao left. Senior Brother Xiao, do you still remember your fellow disciples by Daming Lake?]
Every day, another tally mark was carved into the board to mark one more day since his