Many years ago, Zhang Rongfang imagined what the outcome would be after the showdown.
Whether explosive, sorrowful, or mundane, he had considered them all.
But he never imagined this kind of scenario before him.
Regardless, the matters he was involved in were fundamentally about the core principles of the Great Dao Teaching.
Yet looking at the other party's demeanor now, it was clear that they didn't even need to ask Yue Shi to confirm directly.
'No problem, you can leave. You definitely won't be harmed....'
Zhang Rongfang watched the apathetic Ran Xinyue turn around and leave, inexplicably reminded of a poor little dog drenched in rain.
Though unsure why he had such an association, the imagery was very vivid at this moment....
The people were gone.
He glanced around, encountering corpses of the blue-scarf men.
Approaching a person, he tore off their mask.
