Li Heshan walked over slowly, looking at Pei Zhao with a somewhat evasive glance and clasped hands: "Master Uncle Pei, this nephew..."
Pei Zhao shook his head slightly, knowing what Li Heshan wanted to say.
But now it was no longer important.
Perhaps, for Shen Wen'an, being expelled from the sect was also a good thing.
After all, in the years outside Qiyun Valley, his cultivation had not fallen behind, instead, he was more outstanding than most of the disciples of Qiyun Valley.
The identity of a Qiyun Valley disciple was more like a shackle to him.
After being expelled from the sect, if given the opportunity, he might be able to join the Cyan Ruo Sword Sect through his connection with Lingshan Sword Immortal.
"Heshan, this Qiyun Valley is sick, terminally ill."
"In the future, it will depend on you."
Pei Zhao smiled tragically, turned around with his hands behind his back, and slowly walked towards the distant houses.
