The senior brother and sister talked and laughed, and gradually their sail became a speck on the distant river as they followed the boat.
At this time...
Just outside Hengyang, the Diancang Elder from Tianshan and his disciple Zou Songqing arrived at the city gates.
Three individuals, Lan Shu, Zhao Fei and Zhao Yu Yan, were bidding them farewell.
Grateful for the guidance all the way from Liangdu.
Shang Sufeng watched them with a smile, encouraging them to train hard, yet he did not mention taking any disciples.
In Zou Songqing's puzzled eyes, he went straight out of the city.
After parting with the three youths, he asked:
"Master, if you had the intention to take disciples, why did you not mention it?"
"Could it be..."
"Because of that sword strike from the Sword God?"
Zou Songqing's words resonated with a profound sense of emotion.
The verdant figure beneath Tianshan stood alone, unmatched by anyone else in the world.
