The sunlight was as if it had been crushed. It was soft and gentle, and it painted the whole world gold.
A gentle breeze blew, lifting Ou Yangming's clothes. Under the complicated gazes of the disciples present, he slowly walked toward the mountainside.
Everyone watched Ou Yangming, Ling Yue, and Guan Yue leave. When their figures disappeared from sight, the crowd began to discuss like they were in a market.
"Hiss… Ling Yue has such a caster as his backing. His days will be smooth from now."A Rudimentary Spiritualist disciple revealed an envious look. He wanted to replace Ling Yue.