The old monk and the red-crowned crane glanced at each other.
As expected, his speculation was right. Yuchi only represented himself. He would never represent the human race.
If the human race wanted to become stronger in the future, they could not depend on Yuchi, but had to rely on themselves to get stronger as a whole.
"Senior, wait for me. We're going back too."
The old monk immediately left with the red-crowned crane.
This time, the trip to the Black Heaven sect had taught the old monk the true meaning of terror.
However, to be honest...
He found Yuchi was gentler and kinder than he had imagined. At the very least, in his daily conversations and interactions, he was no different from an ordinary person.
However, it was a completely different story when he fought.
The fighting spirit he displayed was utterly terrifying.
