Sikong Ye's decision was agreed by everyone. The trip to the Sorcerer Clan was filled with danger. He had yet to recover from his injuries, and no one could bear to let him take the risk. Moreover, he had protected enough people in his life. If not for the Sikong family, he would have long left the Nether Capital with Lan Yi. He had missed Lan Yi, at least he would not miss his daughter.
Sikong Ye packed his things. He did not have much luggage, only a few changes of clothes along the way. Most importantly, he wrapped the memorial tablet of the Saintess of Lan Yi in cloth and carried it tightly on his back.
He had only brought Jinghong from the Chaoyang Hall.
"Ancestor." Sikong Changfeng walked towards him. For some reason, he had a feeling that the Ancestor would not return to the Nether Mountain even though he did not bring much luggage. "Will you… come back?"
Sikong Changfeng voiced his doubts.
Sikong Ye said, "I don't know."
