Ge Hong didn't know when he had come up behind He Jingming:
"Did he still leave?"
"Yes."
"He grew up in the sect, is there really no attachment at all?"
Ge Hong couldn't help but grit his teeth:
"Just look at his Escort Agency, if it wasn't supported by my Taiheng Sect, how could it run so smoothly?"
"Attachment... Yes, he has it."
He Jingming slowly closed his eyes:
"Wasn't it you who wiped it clean with your own hands? Otherwise, why would he come to attend this sword ceremony?"
"..."
Ge Hong was momentarily speechless and could only sigh deeply.
A wrong step leads to another, and by now it's irrevocable.
Though the foundation of Taiheng Sect is still deep enough, and with the current masters in the sect, it can still maintain its position among the five main sects.
But for some reason, when they look at the collapsed Sword Pavilion, it seems Taiheng Sect is just like the Sword Pavilion.
As if unknowingly, it has already collapsed into ruins.
