Closing his eyes, the Ancestor steadied himself before slowly rising from his seat.
This time, instead of teleporting, he reached for his soul-bound sword. With his sword in hand, the Ancestor lifted the tent flap, then stepped outside.
Extending his divine sense, he scanned the area. Once he confirmed that his descendants had all left, the weight in his heart finally lifted.
Looking up to the sky, he saw Gui Ying hovering in the air, gazing down at him.
Expressionless, the Ancestor opened his pale lips and calmly said, "Gui Ying… you have finally come."
Gui Ying looked at the Ancestor's face with mixed emotions.
He might not like the Tian Clan's Ancestor, but he understood something. If their roles were reversed, he might have made the same choices as the Ancestor.
Seeing the hesitation in Gui Ying's eyes, the Ancestor's gaze flickered.
Gripping his sword, he thought, 'What's wrong with this brat? Why is he hesitating now?'
