The next day!
The rising sun brought all things back to life.
Over a thousand Sect disciples, invigorated, had risen early to pack their bags.
Chen Pingping watched Nangong Jue, speechless for a long time.
The wind was strong, tousling Nangong Jue's clothing and long hair. His slightly resolute face, when he smiled, bore wrinkles that seemed to tell bystanders of his growth. Deep within his dark pupils, signs of fatigue occasionally surfaced.
But he was smiling. "Someone has to stay here, right?"
Yes!
Too many people were leaving: Zhuge Wushuang, Mo Wuwei, other disciples of their generation, and the entirety of Qingfeng.
Before anyone could respond, Nangong Jue added, "Once we part this time, who knows when we'll meet again. But rest assured, by the time you return, unmatched, the Wuji Sect will still be here. I will always be here guarding it."
"You really won't reconsider?" Zhuge Wushuang asked.
"No!"
