At the same time.
The Yihe Gate.
The man named Xiang Li, clad in black, stood at the foot of the mountain.
He had come alone.
Without bringing any reinforcements.
Not far away.
A stone stele, engraved with the words "Yihe Gate," loomed.
The characters on the monument were audacious in their presentation.
The Power Sect's base was marked by a similar stone stele, with identical inscriptions.
Both were penned by Li Wuji.
Staring at the stele.
Xiang Li remained silent.
People in the Martial Arts Association labeled him as disloyal and ungrateful.
But from the beginning to the end.
About Li Wuji.
Xiang Li always regarded him as a respected senior.
But being a senior... did not necessarily mean being right.
"Soon."
Xiang Li slowly raised his head, murmuring to himself.
His gaze seemed to transcend limitless distances, focused on the highest peak of Yihe Gate.
"All of you will know."
"That my choice, was the right one."
As the words fell.
