"Brother, take care!"
"Take care. Your big brother will be waiting for you to return!"
He was leaving, heading toward home. He was leaving, but this was no final farewell; he would surely return to this place. Yet even as they waved goodbye, none could hold back their tears.
Before departing, Mu Bai visited the Transmission Hall again. True Person Chihuo was personally teaching the Sect's disciples cultivation methods, and the hall was packed so tightly that not even water could seep through. With a Yuan Zun patriarch personally guiding their cultivation, even disciples of super Sects might never encounter such an opportunity.
With True Person Chihuo there, Mu Bai felt more at ease. He knew that the old man would not return to Eastern Ridge with him, but had already decided to spend the rest of his life here. True Person Chihuo had spent his life as a Rogue Cultivator, only to have a million disciples under his wing in his old age. He also pursued with unwavering devotion his grand wish for harmony between the Human and Beast Races. For him, this was the best possible place to end his days.
Mu Bai also paid his respects at the tombs of Old Xu and Xiu Zun Xing Yuan. A portion of each old man's ashes had been buried in the Northern Territory Mountains, becoming one with the soil of Southern Marsh. No matter how the wind and rain came and went, how the sun and moon succeeded each other, they could never return to the homeland they longed for.
The Northern Territory Mountains had regained their former tranquility. Mu Bai poured wine before their graves and carried their lingering wishes with him as he returned to Eastern Ridge!
Azure Ox remained as quiet and sparing of words as