Soon after, a vortex appeared, into which he flew. Then he was truly gone.
The Cultivators from the Violet Fate Sect, including the two Spirit Severing Patriarchs, looked off into the distance as Meng Hao disappeared. They saw with their own eyes that he had made it to safety, and, deep in their hearts, heaved sighs of relief.
Wu Dingqiu stood there, a complicated look on his face. In his heart, he sighed with emotion, thinking back to Meng Hao in the State of Zhao. He thought about the first time he’d seen him, and the events regarding the iron spear.
It seemed like a dream. As he thought back to it all, Wu Dingqiu almost couldn’t believe it was real.
Eccentric Song looked up into the sky, and his expression was as emotional as Wu Dingqiu’s.