"Young master, I hope you will consider the countless lives in the Endless Demon Realm and promise us that you'll help. Representing generations to come, we kneel to express our gratitude."
Countless pleading voices echoed across the land.
At this moment, the three of them, Ye Xiaofan and his companions, realized that this bow wasn't just a gesture of gratitude for saving their lives, but also a plea for help.
However, faced with the request from the cultivators of the Endless Demon Realm, Ye Xiaofan fell into silence. After all, he was ultimately the disciple of the Sword Saint, and their stances differed. Yet, as his gaze swept over the countless aged faces in this world, even the coldest hearts would be touched.
Ye Xiaofan slowly surveyed the scene, then glanced at the million Confucian Saints, finally letting out a sigh. Though he didn't speak, he resignedly nodded.
