At the sight of that drop of blood, many people could not help crying out. Nan Wang started over to take a look, but then something occurred to her, and she withdrew her foot.
Jing Jiu waved a hand to indicate that they should pay it no mind, then looked at Fang Jingtian and said, "Now that your master is dead, what are your thoughts?"
Fang Jingtian considered this seriously for a long time before saying, "If I can heal my injuries, I will probably still try to find a way to take revenge."
Jing Jiu said, "What if I have already left by then?"
Everyone knew he meant ascension.
Strangely enough, whether they were Green Mountain disciples or cultivators from other sects, from the moment they confirmed that he was True Person Jingyang, none had doubted whether he could ascend again.
Fang Jingtian said, "Then that will be the end of everything."
"Mm. Take the three of them to Past Arrival Peak to rest, then," Jing Jiu said, pointing at the three secluded elders who had emerged from Hidden Peak.
Fang Jingtian fell silent for a moment before saying, "Yes... martial uncle."
His silver eyebrows fluttered gently in the night wind, somewhat resembling the distant Sword-Washing Creek, as he headed into the distance.
Jing Jiu turned to Guo Nanshan and said, "Arrange for people to clean up."
The cleanup he spoke of was not the Dao Hall on Past Arrival Peak, but the peaks of Green Mountain.
The peaks had suffered several calamities that day. Countless cliffs had collapsed, and at least tens of thousands of ancient trees had snapped. The land was truly covered in wounds, without a trace of its usual air of a Daoist paradise.
Even though everyone in the Green Mountain Sect was a Daoist