"Well said! Cultivators are supposed to struggle against the heavens, so why should we care about what others say?"
"Come with me."
Ye Xuan smiled. With a wave of his sleeve, he took out the Cloud Sky sword, and brought Zhuge Yueyue along to Cloud Sky peak.
Along the way, Zhuge Yueyue looked at the fleeting mountain peaks and clouds around her. Her heart was filled with nervousness and anticipation.
After all, everyone from the mystic world yearned to tread the path of cultivation.
She also felt a trace of happiness from this. After the tragedy that had befallen her, she finally had a glimpse of hope.
Although her teacher seemed to be looked down upon by the other chiefs, he had remained calm and composed, which was befitting of a true cultivator.
Soon, Ye Xuan returned to Cloud Sky peak with Zhuge Yueyue, landing on the only courtyard residence on the mountain peak.
