Farewell

The Sun had just risen above the Ao Xian House.

Ling Xian was wearing a robe as white as snow and his hair was as black as ink. He looked like an extraordinary immortal who had just risen above from the ground.

Behind him, Chu Zhong Tian and Huang Er were respectively standing there, not uttering a word.

After a while, Ling Xian finally spoke slowly and broke the morning peace.

"I am leaving now."

Hearing this, Chu Zhong Tian and Huang Er both sighed.

They knew from the start that Ling Xian was not meant to stay there and was not going to be trapped inside this city. The borderless sky was his real stage. However, they still felt sadness rising inside of them after hearing him speak those words.

Hearing the unwillingness in those two's sighs, Ling Xian's heart warmed and he smiled. "There is no need to feel sad, it's not as if I am going to die and never return."

"Master, I…" Chu Zhong Tian opened his lips but wasn't sure what to say.