"Three months from now, we will leave Dahe Market!"0

The sudden declaration caught everyone completely off guard. Some of those who had just arrived blinked in disbelief, unsure if they'd heard correctly. Confusion spread across their faces like ripples through water.0

Qin Liangchen asked in puzzlement, "Leave Dahe Market? Is it just you, Luo... I mean, President, or are we all going?"0

He had meant to say "Luo Chen,” but unconsciously called him "President.”2

It was a subtle slip, one that might have once sounded strange. Yet now, no one even noticed. No one questioned it.0

Luo Chen looked at him calmly and replied, "It can be just me, or it can be all of us. That depends on your choice."0

The implication was undeniably clear.0

Luo Chen was leaving, no matter what.0

If the cultivators of the Luo Tian Society were willing, they could follow. If they weren't, he would not force anyone.0

A heavy silence fell over the room as the words settled in. Everyone looked around at one another, wide-eyed and speechless.0

"But why?" The voice that broke the silence belonged to Duan Feng, a man who had not appeared in some time.0

The once-brash youth had changed over the past three years. Gone was the fire of reckless ambition, replaced with quiet maturity. Even a short beard had grown along his jawline, adding to the calm weight in his voice.0

And his question was the one on everyone's mind.0

The Luo Tian Society had come a long way to get where it was. They held both Xiao Huan Mountain and Crescent Moon Valley, two treasured spirit lands.0

Their roster had grown to over three hundred cultivators. Their businesses, connections, and territorial holdings were all gradually falling into place.0

And now, just like that, leave? Who could accept it? Who would willingly let it...0