Liang Lian wore a gentle smile and gave a small nod.
Han Ye agreed enthusiastically, "Indeed, there is no lack of allies on the path ahead. The world knows you, it's just as logical as this poetry is. I dedicate this poetry to you, and to myself too."
"Brilliant!"
Prefect Liang praised, looking at Han Ye riding off on his sword, blending into the multitude of sword cultivators in the sky. He couldn't help but feel nostalgic.
Han Ye was no longer the man he used to be. To put it bluntly, Han Ye had become a person he had to respect.
A disciple about to enter the inner sect of the celestial school was definitely more significant than a prefect.
Furthermore, he felt that, in the future, Han Ye would inevitably become a person he looked up to.
...
After the hectic journey, Han Ye, along with many disciples, returned to the sect.
Wang Da Niu was extremely excited as he looked down at the familiar mountain range and shouted:
