The moment the bow of the ship emerged, a curtain of light cascaded down and caught the attention of many. Right then, people noticed the figure at the bow, tall and elegant, his graceful posture setting him apart from the earthly dust.
He stood at the bow, holding the hand of a beautiful woman beside him. That woman in flowing white robes— who else could it be but Jiang Yuebai?
"Chu Liang?!"
Seeing this figure, some were shocked, some were dishearted, some delighted, and some puzzled.
The numerous onlookers and the people of Shu Mountain were particularly shocked, unsure why, at this moment, the Shu Mountain disciple who had triggered the great battle was returning. What could his reason be?
Master Wen Yuan felt disheartened as he had thought that as long as Chu Liang escaped, Shu Mountain would still have its brightest spark. As long as he was out there, Shu Mountain still had hope, but here he was, likely led by his passions, attempting to save his sect.
