Yuan Ming turned around and left the sky pit with the other eleven people, everyone tacitly scattering and departing separately.
Yuan Ming stood still, watching the departing figures, a tinge of sentiment arising in his heart.
Perhaps this was the way of the Scatter Alliance missions, without the shelter of a sect, devoid of any allegiance to sect positions, the relationship between the hired and the Scatter Alliance was solely based on remuneration.
Today they delved deep into dangerous dens, battled strange beasts, and after achieving their mission, they withdrew safely, to one day gallop through fields of flowers, observe the scenery of foreign lands, and wander the ends of the earth.
A mutual selection, to stay or to go as one desires.
It even aroused a touch of yearning from his fragmented childhood memories, the desire for the life of a martial arts wanderer, with a sword in hand and a jug of wine.