"Wait... wait!" The King shot to his feet, but when he reached the doorway, there was no trace of Nangong Elder to be seen!
If a Sword Sect master wanted to leave, who in the entire Imperial Palace could possibly stop him?
Even a common person has their dignity, to say nothing of a High-tier Martial Artist like Nangong Elder who had lived for over a century. The fact that he hadn't turned on His Majesty the King right then and there was already a great show of respect.
Scarcely a moment after Nangong Elder departed, Elder Rong, clad in a cyan robe, approached with a gentle expression and a fluid, graceful gait.
The corners of the King's eyes grew moist. These two old men had practically watched him grow up, and he'd never imagined one of them would actually leave. His voice choked with emotion as he said, "Teacher, I... I've wronged Teacher Nangong. I angered him and drove him away."
