Departure came faster than expected.
Three days later, Ye Xiao stood in the courtyard of the Ling family's villa, looking at the group of people in front of him, his expression complicated.
Ling Shuya stood at the forefront, her eyes slightly red but holding back tears. Xiao Lingyun stood beside her, her expression equally solemn.
Besides them, Long Ao from the Yan Alliance, the Netherworld King from Purgatory, Feng Qingyang from Mount Hua Sect, Liu Ruyan, and even Li Qingxue, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, were all present.
"Ye Xiao, have you really decided?" Long Ao stepped forward, looking serious.
"I have decided." Ye Xiao nodded, "The affairs of the Cultivation World can't be delayed. If I don't go, the powerful cultivators from the Cultivation World will eventually come to Earth. By then, ordinary people on Earth will be in trouble."
