"The Origin Realm is the homeland that gave me life and raised me. Whoever destroys it is my enemy."
"Wonderful, you agreed! Then why not stay with our Li Dragon Tribe? Here we have Saint Spirit Mountain's three thousand Dao fruits, here we have..."
Delighted by Mu Bai's clear stance, Li Dao Hong was overjoyed, but before he could finish, Mu Bai had already stepped out of the hall.
"The people I miss aren't here, and neither is the life I want." With a smile in his eyes, Mu Bai walked out of the hall and asked Xue'er warmly, "Wouldn't you agree, Xue'er?"
Xue'er had been waiting anxiously for Mu Bai outside the hall, but when he came out and asked her this, she was at a loss for a moment, her feelings deeply conflicted.
"You're right, Brother Mu. A lifetime holds too many unknowns. Only the feelings we've experienced and the happiness we've felt are real. Go. They're waiting for you..."
"Take care!"
Having said his farewell, Mu Bai lingered no longer. Riding the black turtle, he stepped out of the Azure Dragon Chariot. A red carpet flew out to form a bridge, and with a sweep of his sleeve, he strode away. Not one of the two rows of cultivators dared stop him.
"This young man is no worse than that one... Why didn't you find a way to make him stay?"
"Didn't we choose him precisely because we valued how deeply he cherishes his bonds? You should be happy, Great-grandfather."
"Mm, you're right, Xue'er. Let's return to the tribe..."
The five enormous azure dragons raised their heads and roared, racing away in the opposite direction from Mu Bai until they vanished.
Mu Bai still had to go to Qianlai Mountain. What he needed to do was bring