At this moment, on the flying boat, beside Young Sect Master Yang Shaoqing, only three or four people remained.
"Elder Ming, with us protecting the Young Sect Master, you can rest assured."
"As long as there is a breath left in us, we guarantee that nothing will happen to the Young Sect Master."
Gui Wuya and Fang Qingshan exchanged glances and nodded to each other.
They promised this to Ouyang Ming, who had already traveled some distance away from the flying boat.
That day, they, full of hope, headed to the main lineage of the Bloodthirsty Sect overseas. Only upon their arrival did they realize that the area was in chaos, with perpetual battles every day.
Compared to the once peaceful life within the territory of West Barbarian Mountain, it was a completely different world. They wanted to cultivate in peace but hardly had the time.
