As they proceeded up the path to the top of the mountain, Yuan Heng couldn’t bear the sight of Lan Suo’s hurt and grief.

He tried to encourage her. “Miss Lan Suo, there’s no need to stay in a sect like that!” 

Su Yi nodded. “Once this matter is settled, if you’re willing, you and your master can continue your cultivation in the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House.”

Bu Fan wanted to say something too, but he remembered that Lan Suo and Wang Luyong mentioned the Five-Lightning Spirit Sect.

In that case, it wouldn’t do for him to take a stance before understanding the situation.

Were this just one of the Donghua Sword Sect’s internal affairs, there’d be no need to trouble anyone else. Bu Fan alone could have talked sense into the leader of the Donghua Sword Sect!

Before long, the group arrived at the mountaintop.

It was spacious and surrounded in a churning sea of clouds. Misty light hung in the air, and towering, verdant pine trees grew near the cliffside.

When the wind blew, the pines swayed, the rustling needles a form of natural music. The sound shook the hearts of all who heard it. 

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