The elderly man put down his fishing rod, supported himself on his hands behind him, slightly raised his body, and gazed diagonally at the heavens, murmuring to himself, "Everything in the world has its destiny."
"The fate between you and me as master and disciple has come to an end."
"It's time for little Jiang Ye to return."
The elderly man even hummed a little tune, appearing not at all saddened.
As if it wasn't his disciple who was about to be killed.
In fact, the elderly man did care about the Zi Yang Heavenly Monarch.
However, the moment the Zi Yang Heavenly Monarch left the Kunlun Ruins to go to Daozhou, the elderly man had already let go of everything.
Just now, he had already considered the Zi Yang Heavenly Monarch as a passerby.
For all these years, he had provided enough protection for the Zi Yang Heavenly Monarch.
Even his most cherished little disciple, Jiang Ye, didn't receive such favoritism.
Unfortunately, some things just can't be as one wishes.
