He can leave White Cloud Immortal City, and even undermine it, but he cannot just watch as the White Cloud Dao is destroyed by the Unpredictable Ghost Sect.
The White Cloud Dao is the legacy of White Cloud True Monarch, who is his master brother, a bond he recognizes wholeheartedly without any compromise or resentment.
Yang Zhenshan flickered away, transforming into a stream of light as he flew into White Cloud Immortal City.
It was still the familiar Jade Sky Hall, yet things were different as that familiar figure was nowhere to be seen.
Yang Zhenshan stood in the hall, gazing at the five empty seats above, his face showing a look of remembrance.
Unfortunately, the existence of the Sky Cloud Sword Sect was too brief, only a few decades, although everyone gathered together, they had yet to form deep bonds or closer interests.
If the Sky Cloud Sword Sect could persist for over a century, by that time, neither he nor Jian Changhe would leave so easily.
