Xu Zimo smiled.
Looking at Wang Hengzhi, he said, "There are some things that, at your current realm, you cannot come into contact with."
"This disciple accepts the ancestor's reprimand," Wang Hengzhi hurriedly said with his head lowered.
"Now that the ancestor has returned, I can finally rest easy. The True Martial Sacred Sect will not be so easily destroyed after all."
"The True Martial Sacred Sect's ancestors have never left," Xu Zimo said, casting a meaningful glance at Grandpa Dao.
"As for this so-called destruction—
Everything in this world declines after reaching its zenith.
Without destruction, how could there be a stronger rebirth?"
"Then, are the other ancestors of our True Martial Sacred Sect also here?" Wang Hengzhi asked.
"I have heard rumors.
Rumors that, in that great battle, all the ancestors perished."
"I'm tired," Xu Zimo said, waving his hand.
The moment Wang Hengzhi heard this, he immediately understood.
It was his first time meeting the ancestor, and he had been too excited. He had asked too many questions, making Xu Zimo unwilling to pay him any attention at all.
Wang Hengzhi felt somewhat wronged.
Before the ancestor had appeared, he had struggled alone to hold up the True Martial Sacred Sect, living every day in fear and anxiety.
"Then I shall arrange a place for the ancestor to rest," Wang Hengzhi said.
"No need," Xu Zimo said, waving his hand.
Pointing at Xiao An'an, he said, "Just let this girl follow me. I can stay on her mountain peak."
Since Xu Zimo had said so, Wang Hengzhi naturally did not dare object.
He also found it quite regrettable.
When he had first discovered Xu Zimo, he had already harbored a suspicion.
That was why he had sent Deng Linyu to look after him.
How could there not