The sunset slowly descended beyond the horizon.
In the brilliance of the evening glow, a streak of light swept up numerous figures, silently flying into the distance, quickly shrinking into a black dot, until even the dot could no longer be seen.
Wang Xu stood there dazed, watching that figure vanish into the distance.
His resolute face dissolved without a word, transforming into an expression of forlorn loss.
Murmured words had barely left his lips before dissipating into nothingness:
"Teacher, I hope that the next time we meet, it will be when I've completed my tasks and come to seek your forgiveness, rather than..."
With Wang Ba's departure,
within the eyes of the nearby Martial Saint, a fleeting mix of clarity and confusion finally appeared.
He immediately noticed Wang Xu's figure and was instantly struck with astonishment:
"Martial Ancestor? Y-You... why are you here?"
