"Heavenly Emperor, take care, we take our leave."
With only these eight words to express myriad feelings, Shen Gongbao's face turned deathly pale, as if he had aged considerably in just a moment. He summoned the Jie Sect Immortals and rode the auspicious clouds down to the Lower Realm, as if this parting might be their last meeting.
"Your Majesty, if you truly wished to keep them, they might not necessarily leave," Gold Star Taibai sighed.
Clearly, the Group of Immortals from Jie Sect held immense respect for Ye Xuan in their hearts over the past hundred thousand years, and without Ye Xuan, Jie Sect would not have risen again. This parting was not what they desired, and if Ye Xuan had truly asked them to stay, perhaps half of them would have remained in the Heavenly Court.
"With one thought, all waters and mountains bond, with its extinguishment, the vast seas and mulberry fields grow heartless."
