The young man in black robe stood tall. The hall was brightly lit. The light shone on his fair and handsome face, making the young man look like he was standing under the eternal starry sky, mysterious and profound.

"Wuque!"

Murong Changqing walked over quickly, with excitement and surprise on his face.

"I didn't come to see you in time after returning to the Holy Way of the Heavens. Please forgive me, Uncle Changqing."

Looking at Murong Changqing, Ye Wuque's bright eyes were filled with apology.

"What are you talking about! Do we need to say this? Over the years, the Murong family has been taken care of by you. If it weren't for you, how could the Murong family have its current glory?"

"Wuque, you have been a great help to the Murong family!"

Murong Changqing spoke excitedly. He was already full of gratitude and pride for Ye Wuque.

Because of Ye Wuque's existence, the Murong family soared to the sky and received the care of the Lord of the Eastern Land. The foundation and strength of the entire family advanced by leaps and bounds, and it has been reborn. Now it has become the first family in the Eastern Land!

As the head of the Murong family, under the care of Gu Qingchen, Murong Changqing himself has passed the soul thunder tribulation and become a cultivator of the soul realm!

Murong Hai of the Murong family is now a disciple of the Holy Way of the Heavens. He is now famous in the Holy Way and has already entered the top 50 of the list of people to watch. It can be said that he is a rising star in the Holy Way of the Heavens!

These two points alone are enough to ensure that the Murong family will be glorious for hundreds of years!

But the reason for this is that it all depends on Ye Wuque's credit. This is a truth that everyone in the Murong family deeply understands.

"Uncle Changqing, there is no need to do this. All this is what Wuque should do. After all, the Murong family is also where I grew up since I was a child. For me, it is also a home."

Ye Wuque smiled lightly and said. At his current height, the various unfair treatments of the Murong family in his childhood have long been forgotten. He has no resentment towards the Murong family, but he is not grateful.

But for Murong Changqing, he is grateful and has never faded.

Since Murong Changqing is the head of the Murong family, his greatest wish is to carry forward the Murong family, so Ye Wuque will fulfill Murong Changqing.

The elders of the Murong family looked at the black-robed boy standing in the hall, and their eyes revealed a trance, and their hearts were full of sighs and complexity.

Who would have thought that the boy who used to bear the name of "Waste Wuque" in the Murong family has now reached a point where they are not even qualified to look up to him!

Murong Binglan is the only one still sitting in the entire hall. Her proud and exquisite body is trembling slightly. Her hands are tightly pinching her thighs. Her originally rosy face has become a little pale at this moment. Her red lips are tightly bitten, and she stares at Ye Wuque in the distance!

At this moment, Murong Binglan's heart is full of indescribable emotions, regret, unwillingness, resentment, shame, entanglement, etc. are all intertwined together. The face of the boy in the distance with a faint smile seems to have become eternal in her mind!

No matter how Murong Binglan tried to expel it or suppress it, it would come out crazily and churn in her heart!

"Why...why torture me like this! Why..."

Murong Binglan was talking to herself. Every time Ye Wuque appeared, it was as if two invisible big hands swung into a slap and slapped her face and heart hard, and her heart, which had finally calmed down, was once again violently and directly torn apart! In a trance

, the name Ye Wuque had long become Murong Binglan's lingering inner demon...until death!

A voice full of sorrow sounded in her heart, but Murong Binglan knew that she could only hold it back no matter what. She didn't even dare to think about everything about Ye Wuque, because once she thought about it, the regret in her heart would explode like the Yangtze River, and she couldn't suppress it! Murong Binglan

could only look at Ye Wuque from a distance, and her red lips were bitten to bleed!

But at this moment, everyone in the hall focused their attention on Ye Wuque. No one noticed the demeanor and behavior of Miss Murong, and no one cared at all.

"Uncle Changqing, I came here to see you and to say goodbye to you..."

As soon as Ye Wuque said this, the atmosphere in the whole hall suddenly became silent!     "Farewell? Wuque, you are leaving?" Murong

Changqing was     stunned. After seeing Ye Wuque nod slowly, the reluctance in Murong Changqing's eyes was beyond words, but Murong Changqing took a deep breath and smiled again on his face. He said generously: "Go, Wuque, this world is too small for you. Your world should be infinitely large and your future should be infinitely wonderful!"     "Wuque, if one day in the future you are tired, come to Murong's house at any time. There will always be your home!"     Murong Changqing's tone was sincere and full of blessings, but tears welled up in his tiger eyes.     Murong Changqing couldn't control his emotions after all, and stepped forward to hug Ye Wuque tightly!     Everyone in the hall showed a trace of sadness and reluctance in their eyes, because they already knew that the peerless genius of the Northern Sky Region, the Holy Son of the Holy Way of the Heavens, was about to leave.     "Uncle Changqing, please take care, everyone... please take care too!"     Ye Wuque looked around and landed on the faces of Ximen Zun, Zhuo Bufan, Mo Honglian, Qiu Haiyue, Nalan Yan and others, all of whom smiled and nodded slowly.     "Junior Brother Ye! Take care on the way!"     "Wuque! Remember to come back!"     "Brother Wuque! Think about Xiao Baiou!"     ...     Voices full of care and blessings rang out one after another, but they were all reluctant, and some even had a trace of tears in their eyes.     Facing the scene of parting, although Ye Wuque was also bitter in his heart, he still smiled indifferently, turned up his sleeves, turned around and walked out in a chic manner.     In an instant, everyone in the hall couldn't help but follow Ye Wuque's figure and chase his footsteps.     Soon a large group of people rushed out of the guest house, and Murong Binglan was among them.     After everyone walked out of the house, they only saw Ye Wuque slowly stepping up to the sky!     Murong Changqing clenched his right hand tightly, tears shining in his eyes, and inside it lay a storage ring, which was just given to him by Ye Wuque quietly.     "Look! There is another person! That is... Feng Caichen!"     "Yes! Master Feng and Wuque are going on the road together!"

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Everyone immediately saw a figure in a white robe fluttering in the air, with a long sword on his back, standing with his hands behind his back, handsome and tall, like a

peerless sword god descending from the sky! Through the Talisman of the World Within Reach, Feng Caichen had obviously rushed from the Sword Tomb to join Ye Wuque.

When Ye Wuque completely walked into the air and stood side by side with Feng Caichen, he waved his right hand, and suddenly a stream of light shone, the cry of an eagle shook the sky, and the Silver Eagle from the Sky appeared!

Roar!

At the same time, a roar that shook the earth sounded, and suddenly a golden figure a hundred feet in size rushed out from the depths of the Holy Path of the Heavens and landed on the Silver Eagle from the Sky. It was Xiao Shitou.

Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen sat cross-legged on Xiao Shitou's shoulders, one on the left and one on the right. Finally, they took a look at the Holy Path of the Heavens. A hint of reluctance surged in Ye Wuque's bright eyes, but it was soon replaced by a hint of determination.

Cry!

The silver eagle from the sky cried out, and the fixed-domain warship shone with amazing waves, its wings spread wide, and soared into the sky!

"Goodbye, the Holy Way of the Heavens... Goodbye, the Northern Sky Region..."

A whisper echoed in the void, and the silver eagle from the sky carried Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen to the top of the sky, but after a few breaths, it completely disappeared...