Farewells!

If he were being honest, Yang Ye wasn’t very fond of this feeling.

Since the beginning, people had been leaving one after the other, and it wasn’t a very nice feeling. However, at most times, he had no other choice.

Just like these disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect!

He could bring them all together, but it wasn’t beneficial to anyone.

His enemies were too strong, and it would be easier for him to face them on his own.

As for these disciples, they would have more room to grow on their own, and they could learn to be more independent too!

That was a good thing for them!

Yang Ye restrained his thoughts and left.

Yang Ye didn’t know that many years from now, countless formidable sects of sword cultivators would appear in the world, but the strange thing was that these powerful sects from various different worlds had the same ancestor!

…

In a world of unknown name. It was the world Heng Wangu and the others had chosen.

Those who’d survived the battle that day had come here!

At a certain waterfall, Heng Wangu...