The moment these words were spoken, Yang Lingrui understood his friend's intentions and put aside any thought of persuading him.
"Yang Clan, I am grateful for your aid in helping Shen break through. Ling Rui, now that we have reached the Central Region, let us part ways here and each seek our own Dao Path."
Shen Yue took a step back, then solemnly bowed to Yang Lingrui.
Hearing this, the latter hesitated several times, wanting to speak but stopping himself. In the end, he condensed the countless words in his heart into four words: "Brother Shen, take care."
"Until we meet again."
Shen Yue smiled freely, then did not linger any longer. Turning around, he continued flying eastward through the air.
Yang Lingrui stood where he was, watching the direction in which Shen Yue departed. Only after Shen Yue's aura had completely left the range of his Spiritual Sense did he withdraw his gaze.
The scene felt strangely familiar to him.
Thinking back, he recalled that many years ago, on the night Baishi City's City Lord Gao Hui broke through to Condensing Origin, he had also shared such a parting with the Bamboo Forest Rogue Cultivator, Zhuo Hanqing.
"In the end, everyone has their own path and their own methods. This cannot be forced. With Brother Shen's temperament and conviction, I should be happy for him."
Yang Lingrui murmured to himself. He then stopped dwelling on the matter and flew into Yanlai City's grand formation.
Yet neither he nor Shen Yue knew.
As the latter departed, a Stone Divine Lord of vast supernatural power had already sent a thread of his divine power into the body of this Tiger Chasing prodigy.
Chen Yang's thoughts were not complicated. Out of consideration for the Yang Clan's future interests, he simply felt that