Could it really be as Xiao Qiang said, that the true calamity comes from hell? His heart felt unbearably heavy, and the path ahead seemed uncertain; he didn't know how to handle the situation. But he sighed eventually, realizing that as the head of the Divine Sword Sect, he had truly lost his composure in front of a child. Then he spoke to the young attendant.
"Thank you, little friend, for waiting for two years. Now that your task is complete, why not come back to the Divine Sword Sect with me?" The head of the Divine Sword Sect personally offered, and if any ordinary person heard these words, they would be unbelievably elated, feeling that their fortune had arrived, and would agree without a moment's hesitation.
However, this young attendant showed no hesitation, only shook his head to refuse.
