Li Geyue himself couldn't guard his Dao heart, and the people around him tried every possible way to help him, some gentle and some violent, but in the end it was all in vain. So it's no wonder that the Yun Cang Sword Sect wasn't doing its best.

He was only worried that something might happen to his true disciple, which would mean that all the resources he had previously invested in Li Geyue would be wasted.

However, he certainly wouldn't say these thoughts aloud, and no one else would notice them.

“I have sealed his meridians, so spiritual energy will not run rampant in his body.” Shen Yun found a relatively flat piece of ground and laid Li Geyue down.

The two checked together, and Li Geyue gradually regained her clarity of mind from her daze.

"...Master, Young Master." His voice was weak and feeble.

“Ge Yue, you…” Shen Yun carefully chose his words.

“You have fallen into demonic possession.” Li Jinchu uttered these cruel words lightly.

Li Geyue didn't even have the strength to be shocked by this.

It should be said that he has no real sense of his current situation.

The power within his mind was slowly dissipating through Shen Yun's seal. He tried to force it using methods he knew from the past, but to no avail.

This wasn't the effect of Shen Yun's seal; rather, it seemed to have brought him back to the state he was in when he first embarked on the path of cultivation at the age of twelve, facing the vast spiritual energy of the mountains and fields, yet unable to even draw the energy into his body.

Am I sad? Not really.

Li Geyue stubbornly raised his head, and he finally found a bluish-green figure at the edge of his vision.

Ji Mofan walked a short distance away from him, but did not approach or speak. He simply watched him quietly.

He read disappointment in those eyes.

He disappointed his senior brother.

This realization was almost more despairing than the fact that all the results of her cultivation over the past few years had gone to waste, and Li Geyue's eyes almost instantly lost their luster.

He lowered his eyes, staring at his fingers in frustration.

How did we manage to mess everything up...?

"Junior brother."

He heard Ji Mofan's voice above his head.

"The Yun Cang Sword Sect can no longer keep you here," he said.