They have come a long way, filled with battles, struggles, and desperate escapes, where blood and sweat intertwined. They climbed and fought their way up, witnessing the fall of their comrades, constantly challenging their inner selves.
Countless times they wanted to give up but couldn't. Countless times they gritted their teeth and persevered in hunting down the monsters.
Until today, Gu Taihong's words undoubtedly affirmed their efforts.
"Even though the past two years have been tough, it is through such trials that you can grow stronger.
When you return, your dynasty, your family, and your loved ones will be proud of you!
So, do you think it's all worth it?"
"Worth it!"
"Worth it!"
"Worth it!"
Wave after wave of voices swept around the central square, and everyone felt an inexhaustible surge of energy within them. They had risked their lives to come this far, all for the sake of this glory.
Seeing the passionate response from everyone, the elders on the high platform couldn't help but show a satisfied smile. The ambition and aspirations of the young people had infected them.
There is no denying the strong impact of Gu Taihong's words.
Listening to such words, they seemed to see their past selves, struggling and persevering. In the end, they became respected elders.
In contrast to the joy of the other elders, Di Beichen seemed somewhat absent-minded.
His gaze wandered through the crowd, searching for the white figure that haunted his dreams.
However, with so many cultivators present, it was extremely difficult to find one person among the densely packed crowd.
Nevertheless, he believed that no matter how crowded it was, he would still be able to spot the beloved figure in white.
Because, no matter when, Red Attire was a special existence in his eyes.
At the same time, Baili Hongzhuang and others also noticed Di Beichen's presence.
In their sight, Di Beichen still wore a pale golden brocade robe. His face, as sharp as a knife, possessed extraordinary beauty. With his arched eyebrows and deep and profound narrow eyes, he appeared like an impeccable sculpture, captivating everyone's gaze.
A trace of excitement appeared in Xia Zhiqing's eyes. "Boss, look, Di Gongzi has arrived!"
Baili Hongzhuang's gaze locked onto Di Beichen. In two years, he remained unchanged, except that his edges became even more defined, and his deep eyes grew more resolute.
A smile of joy spread across her breathtakingly beautiful face. Northsky said he would come to pick her up, and now he really had.
Gong Shaoyou and the others' gazes also fell upon Di Beichen. This was the difference between them and Di Beichen.
Seated on the high platform, Di Beichen seemed to be bathed in an infinite radiance, exuding a noble and dazzling aura.
When Yuan Xiaoman and Yuan Zhixin saw Di Beichen sitting above, their faces were filled with shock, as if struck by lightning.
Back then, when Di Beichen and Baili Hongzhuang went to the Snowsource Country together, they had no idea that Di Beichen was actually the Young Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
This news brought them immense shock!
Heimu continuously scanned the crowd with his eyes, but there were simply too many people, and he couldn't find Lady Xiaoyuan at all.
In his heart, he kept praying, hoping that Lady Xiaoyuan would be safe and unharmed, not injured by Han Xiling.
Only when Lady Xiaoyuan is by the Young Master's side can the Young Master truly be happy.
However, in this dense sea of people, he couldn't find her at all!