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Outside the ancestral hall of the Huan Clan, everyone had finally fought their way out after an almighty struggle, and the disheveled old man was using a secret technique taught to him by Fort Master Huan, setting the bowls that contained the blood of the Huan Clan's descendants onto the ground.
However, after waiting for a moment, he slumped to the ground with a look of despair on his face as he murmured to himself, "Why is this happening? It shouldn't be like this..."
The Huan siblings were drenched in blood, and their faces were deathly pale, while the young Daoist priest said in a trembling voice, "Those demons have somehow already exhausted all of the spiritual energy in the two stone lions!"
Tao Xieyang sat down heavily onto the ground, while the old Daoist priest turned his gaze to the sea of clouds over at the training grounds, where streaks of swordlight were flashing incessantly.
A tiny spark of hope arose in his heart as he struggled to his feet, then said to the four young people with him, "Leave the Flying Eagle Fortress right away! You were the ones who protected me on the way here, and now, it's time for me to return the favor. You must survive in order to continue the lineage of the Huan Clan. Do not hesitate. Leave this place right now, get as far away as you possibly can, and do not think about revenge!"
Tao Xieyang displayed no intention of getting up, and he turned to the woman from the Huan Clan as he said in a raspy voice, "Huan Shu, leave this place with Huan Chang. I'm going to stay here. I've traveled far and wide over the years, and I'm really starting to feel a little exhausted, so I'm not going with you."
The young Daoist priest was just about to say something, but Tao Xieyang shook his head to cut him off.
"Don't try to dissuade me, Huang Shang. I've already made up my mind."
The old Daoist priest heaved a forlorn sigh, then sped away toward the northern gate of the Flying Eagle Fortress with his disciple and the Huan siblings.
Tao Xieyang sat on the ground with his legs crossed, facing the entrance of the ancestral hall as he began to wipe down his blade with his sleeve.
Tears were welling up in Huang Shang's eyes as he rushed along behind his master, and he didn't dare to turn around to look at Tao Xieyang.
All of a sudden, Huan Shu turned back to look at Tao Xieyang, and there were so many things that she wanted to say to him, but she was unable to muster up even a single word.
One's most genuine emotions were often revealed during crises of life and death.
In the end, she was dragged away by her brother, while a wry smile appeared on Tao Xieyang's face as he looked down at the reflection of Huan Shu's face on the mirror-like surface of his trusty...
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