Jiang Hao and Hong Yuye departed.
They glanced back at the Purple Qi Sect.
Although it was a small sect, it was far more pleasing to the eye than the Wandering Sect.
At least here, they fought against the forces of darkness.
In addition, the disciples here diligently focused on cultivation, embodying a group wholly devoted to the Dao.
Indeed, everyone who enters the Heavenly Thunder Banner seems to be pursuing the Dao with single-minded focus.
However, Jiang Hao couldn’t help but wonder: if they grew stronger, would it lead to trouble instead?
Fortunately, there were only a few years left, and it seemed unlikely that they’d live long enough to grow significantly stronger.
“Still unwilling to hand it over?” Hong Yuye asked.
“Yeah, even though they knelt down and mentioned some things about Lin Zhi, they still wouldn’t part with the statue,” Jiang Hao replied helplessly.
“Do you think Lin Zhi actually liked that fairy from the Bright Moon Sect?” Hong Yuye asked curiously.
After a moment of thought, Jiang Hao said, “It’s unlikely.”
“That’s a pity.” Hong Yuye shook her head and sighed.
Jiang Hao didn’t dwell on it further.
“What do you feel when you see them again?” Hong Yuye asked.