Xiao Fenghe was just about to continue explaining when Lu Xuan suddenly raised his hand and waved.
"Leave."
The icy words, like cold iron hitting the ground, allowed no room for doubt.
Xiao Fenghe shuddered, forcibly swallowing back the words at the tip of his tongue.
He took one last deep look at the bluestone the sect had guarded for generations, his eyes filled with regret and unwillingness.
As he exited the forbidden area, the sect leader of Qingfeng Sect clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.
He wished he could slap himself twice—if it weren't for the Crown Prince's promised dominion over the martial world, how would he have exposed the sect's hundreds of years of secrets before Dongchang?
The mountain wind whimpered, as if mocking his foolishness.
Xiao Fenghe hunched his back, aging ten years in an instant.
He knew that from today onwards, Qingfeng Sect's greatest secret would no longer belong to Qingfeng Sect.
