Ye Xiaofan's lips curled into a slight arc at the words, yet having just experienced the Sword Saint's fall, he couldn't bring himself to smile, but it was a response nonetheless.
In the end, Ye Xiaofan still didn't speak, instead, he turned silently and led everyone soaring into the sky.
It wasn't that he didn't want to agree, but the Hundred Broken Mountain Range was already vast and boundless, and the world outside was so immense that he couldn't imagine. If he were fortunate enough to leave, where to go was still unknown. In such a vast world, whether the two of them would even have the chance to meet again was uncertain. Even if they did meet again, who could say how many years it would be in the future?
Perhaps when they meet again, things will have changed beyond recognition, or maybe it will only be three to five short years.
