The hall grew a little quieter.
Yun Qing's gaze paused briefly before he gently shook his head.
"Ruyi has yet to finish walking her own path. She won't be joining us this time."
Yun Tianluo nodded and asked no further questions.
Everyone fell somewhat silent. They all knew something of Yun Ruyi's circumstances.
The road ahead stretched into a boundless haze, its end unknown-destruction or rebirth.
"Ah."
Yun Qing sighed softly, knowing that the gentle yet steadfast girl would ultimately keep moving forward, step by resolute step.
All the Yun Clan could offer were heartfelt blessings and, when danger descended, protection at any cost.
Everyone slowly suppressed the trace of worry in their eyes.
Half a day later, crimson flames roared above the Ancestral Homeland, and Yun Shuanghua abruptly looked up.
"They're here!"
Yun Qing smiled too.
"Everyone's here now."
The next instant, Yun Zui and the Seventh Elder descended from the sky.
Beyond the Western Territory, the demonic tide was still gnawing at the Heavenly Origin World Barrier.
And the true young blades of this generation of the Yun Clan had finally gathered once more.
"Zui."
Yun Zui landed steadily, lingering firelight still clinging to her robes.
She swung a wine flask in her hand, looking every bit the same old drunkard, yet the foundations of her fire Dao surged with terrifying exuberance.
The fire might die, but embers remained; a single mouthful of wine was all it took to ignite them again.
In the end, she had refined that sliver of true essence from the Phoenix Clan's nine-turn nirvana flames into her own Dao.
Yun Qing withdrew his double pupils and applauded with a smile.
Everyone's gaze instantly swung toward her.
Sure enough, Yun Jinglei was the first who could no longer hold back. His orange hair shone