Before the words fell, she smiled faintly. From the looks of it, he still ultimately had no regard for anyone. But that was fine too—he held no racial allegiance.
Gu Yuexi took a light step forward, shifting her gaze toward the shattered, murky distant sky, as though recalling something.
Chen Xun looked toward the familiar Shi Rong Realm suspended within the Moon Palace and said solemnly, "You won't be able to hold on much longer. The immortal artifacts of the Ten Direction Great Clans are still bombarding the origin of this entire domain."
His words carried no emotional fluctuation, as though he were stating a fact entirely unrelated to himself.
Hearing this, Gu Yuexi remained cool and composed. "Immortal friend, could you take the Small Realm away? Ying Zhiyi has nothing to do with this matter. This is our clan's bloody battle."
"I can take you away as well," Chen Xun said calmly. "As for the other matters and other people of the Ancient Sacred Clan, they have nothing to do with This Seat."
"No need." Gu Yuexi spoke without hesitation, not even a trace of hesitation in her voice. "If I could leave, I would have done so long ago. There would have been no need to wait until today."
"You intend to live and die alongside your clan's ancestral domain?" Chen Xun gave a cold laugh. "A dignified immortal, do you not understand that while the green mountain remains..."
"Immortal friend, enough." Gu Yuexi's cool gaze shot straight at Chen Xun. "This palace has its own plans. Thank you for your goodwill."
If her main body had not been outside the heavens contending with the Ten Direction Hegemon Clans, the Shi Rong Realm could not be taken away. Those old friends who had come to help would also