Time flew.
Twenty days passed in the flick of a finger.
At the Starting Point in the Heavenly Wailing Ruins, the ten of them gathered once again.
Tang Yan cupped his hands toward the others and said gently, "Everyone, we've now explored all eight directions. Apart from the Pill Sage Hall, we've obtained all the other inheritances.
I'm going to the Pill Sage Hall to look for a way to break the impasse. You should head back first!"
"Amitabha. Young Master, we'll accompany you!" Pochen said firmly.
"Exactly. We came together, so we'll leave together," Guo Zhanfeng immediately agreed.
"We'll leave together!" The others voiced their agreement as well.
After two and a half months together, their initial unfamiliarity with Tang Yan had turned into heartfelt respect.
His ability and character had thoroughly won them over.
Although this team came from eight different factions, their sincere cooperation over these days had forged them into a solid slab of iron, with no distinction between one another.
Seeing their sincere gazes, Tang Yan felt warmth rise in his heart. He smiled and said, "Who knows how long it will take to unravel the Pill Sage's inheritance? Perhaps three days, perhaps three years.
With no way to know how long it will take, I wouldn't feel right holding you back for nothing.
Besides, we've been away for a long time. Our sects must be terribly worried. Hurry back and let them know you're safe.
A gentleman judges the heart, not the outward deed. I've already felt your sincerity.
We're sons and daughters of the martial world. Let's not get tangled up in sentimental farewells. Go!"
Seeing how resolute Tang Yan was, the others knew further persuasion would accomplish nothing. They could only bid him farewell.
"Brother Tang, if you ever need anything, come