"Song Taosheng?" Gu Qing had a deep impression of Song Taosheng, "I didn't expect him to be the first to leave."
Zhao Hansheng: "As the saying goes, a wise bird chooses a good tree to perch on. The suppression of Confucian Cultivators within the Myriad Images Sect is too intense. Song Taosheng's decision to leave is indeed a wise move."
Gu Qing sighed deeply: "Since there is one leading the way, I fear this situation will occur frequently in the future. Elder Duanmu Zhang is magnanimous, not only did he refrain from suppressing, but he secretly made arrangements for Song Taosheng, paving a way for the latter."
"Teacher, can Elder Duanmu Zhang hold on for three years?"
Zhao Hansheng looked back in the direction of the Myriad Images Sect, his gaze deep, his tone resolute: "Of course he can hold on!"
"If so, then we needn't rush to return home."
"Let's first stay in this town and see if we can contact Song Taosheng."
