Ye Xuan, after a moment of silence, decisively stood up. At this moment, his eyes were already filled with tears. At the true moment of departure, even a man of steel feels deeply troubled inside.
"Don't cry in front of me, hurry up and leave!"
The Sword Demon said indifferently, as if Ye Xuan's departure did not affect him in the slightest, he appeared completely unresponsive, indifferent.
Ye Xuan knew that the Sword Demon was surely also feeling deeply troubled at this moment. However, someone with the iron backbone of the Sword Demon, having lived for so many years, could no longer afford to be sentimental, nor express his inner feelings easily. Therefore, when Ye Xuan cried, the Sword Demon could only appear heartless.
"Xiaoxuan, let's go!! Predecessor Sword Demon..."
Tang Xiaorou stood beside Ye Xuan and tugged on his clothes, speaking.
"Alright!"
Ye Xuan no longer hesitated and said directly, "Let's go."
