Daoist Yi Feng understood all of this very well, but every time he recalled how many of his fellow sect members had sacrificed their lives for him, he felt as if his heart was pierced by thousands of thorns.
It was not that he wanted to continue living like this, but there was no fire in his heart anymore.
He looked at Ye Xuan seriously. For a moment, he seemed to see his senior brother, Tian Xuan, persuading him.
At that time, Tian Xuan had also said something similar to him.
"The path of cultivation is full of ups and downs. Who can go all the way to the end? Every hardship is a test from the heavens."
"If you have already lost all hope, it is impossible for others to pull you out."
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"In my heart, Martial Uncle Yi Feng, you will always be a young and energetic genius with lofty aspirations."
"For the sake of the East Continent, won't you pick up your sword and wield it once more. Have you forgotten what your original goal was?"