It was not until more than two years later that the Second Ancestor finally returned, though he came back to the clan covered in wounds.
The Second Ancestor had not found his blood elder brother on this search. The moment he returned, disregarding his own injuries, he went to find the Third Ancestor, who was still recuperating.
The two argued bitterly again. He believed that if the third brother had not egged him on from the side, their eldest brother would never have gone out, and they would have long since returned to the Desolate Moon Continent.
The two had gone out together, yet now their eldest brother's life or death was unknown while the third brother had returned alone. What kind of sworn brotherhood was that?
There was nothing left for the two of them to say. The only reason he did not attack the Third Ancestor was for the sake of their sworn brotherhood.
Once his injuries healed, he would lead people to continue searching for their eldest brother, but he did not want to see the third brother again. Seeing him would make the fury in his chest impossible to suppress.
The Third Ancestor was also helpless beyond measure. Under those circumstances, he had insisted on staying behind to cover their retreat, but their eldest brother sternly ordered him to immediately lead some of the disciples away.
After considering it, he felt that leading people to break out would also draw away quite a few enemies for their eldest brother. Thus, he repeatedly urged his eldest brother to flee far away the instant an opportunity arose and never become entangled in battle.
Under those circumstances, no one could have foreseen what would happen afterward...
The Third Ancestor knew that his second brother had a stubborn temperament, but