Ye Zhu said no more after that.
The elder gently patted Xie Xuanyi on the shoulder, summoned his flying sword, and departed, leaving the place to the two young men.
Xie Xuanyi silently approached the two tombstones, paid his respects, and mourned.
Whether it was Qin Ancestor or Wu Zhexian, they were all peak characters of Da Chu's martial arts... If not for the upheaval stirred by the Demon Queen, both of them should still be safe and sound. This grand catastrophe nearly dragged the martial arts fate of the Da Chu Dynasty back to the level of three hundred years ago.
Fortunately... there's still Zhou Ceng.
"Brother Zhou."
After completing these actions, Xie Xuanyi slowly spoke: "...Are you okay?"
The shoulders of the white-clad martial artist were scattered with many maple leaves.
It was clear.
He had been standing there for a long time.
"I'm not that fragile."
