At the peak of the Celestial Mountain, a small group of people were gathered.
Among them was a certain old man, whose sagely aura had been replaced by battle intent due to the recent environment.
Tian Yang stood with his two disciples, separated from the others that joined them on the peak.
"The two of you…you grew your wings long ago, and have been exercising them constantly. Although I have plenty that I still wish to teach you, I think that your paths will flow better if you discovered the rest for yourselves."
His eyes were sentimental as he spoke. Unknowingly, he had gotten far more attached to these disciples of his than he ever thought he would.
"Brat, you've only been here for a year, and most of that time was spent on your own. I'm hardly qualified to call myself your master." He said to Damien:
