1050 The Shattered Planet

A vast grassland. The Grand Elder was here, leading a group of Daolords and Skywind in bidding Ji Ning and the Ninedust Sectlord farewell.

"Master." Skywind looked at Ning, truly unwilling to part with him. Ning had never asked anything of him and had whole-heartedly helped him this entire time. His father had given many costly gifts to convince Swordmaster Eastvoid to teach him, but the Swordmaster was nothing more than a World-level cultivator… and in the end, he hadn't even accepted Skywind as a disciple. Compared to Ning, Swordmaster Eastvoid was absolutely nothing.

"Haha. Skywind, if destiny wills it, we shall meet again in the future," Ning smiled.

"Right." Skywind nodded heavily.

"Let's go." Ning glanced at the nearby Ninedust Sectlord, who pursed his lips into a smirk. "I didn't take on any disciples. I can leave whenever."