The disciples of the Holy Maiden Palace all nodded one after another, then left Divine Maiden Peak in batches and waves.
Wan'er stood at the foot of Divine Maiden Peak, looking at that shattered statue, and let out a long sigh. "Master. Wan'er did not do as you said, standing at the highest point of Divine Maiden Peak to defend its dignity. But Wan'er feels that taking this step is the right thing. Without the Taoyuan World, there would never be the Holy Maiden Palace. Rather than be enslaved by those bastards from other planes, it's better to die on the front lines fighting them. Wan'er is leaving. I hope that one day, Wan'er can come back."
Tang Ming silently watched Wan'er, but in his heart he was secretly swearing that he would spill his last drop of blood for the Taoyuan World.
When Murong and the people of the Jin Family arrived at the coast where the Twin Clan lived, many more tents had appeared there.
