Chapter 978

"Have you all come solely for the matter of the academy?"

Wang Yuhuan's face showed contemplation, and he soon figured out why so many powerhouses were present at the scene.

"Sister Zhiwei!"

Suddenly, a crisp and pleasant voice came from not far away.

He subconsciously turned his head, looking toward the source of the sound, only to see a group of young men and women gazing at them with excited expressions.

Who are they?

Just as Wang Yuhuan felt puzzled,

Jiang Zhiwei's eyes suddenly lit up.

Although her face-blindness persisted despite her cultivation base continuously improving,

she still remembered these people's auras.

They were none other than the "Great Qin" geniuses who had once followed her!

After recognizing their identities, Jiang Zhiwei could not help but feel emotional.

She immediately turned around, cupped her fists toward Patriarch Tianjian, and said, "Master, they are all my old friends; I will go over and take a look first."

Tianjian stroked his beard and smiled lightly, "When old friends meet, one ought to cherish the moment; go ahead."

"Moreover, this region is where Cangwu lies; it is your home. Since you have returned home, you should naturally relax and not waste effort worrying about us..."

Jiang Zhiwei smiled slightly and said no more.

She immediately turned around and walked toward those followers not far away!

After Jiang Zhiwei departed,

the remaining three continued walking forward.

But before long, a voice suddenly rang out: "Shuang'er? Patriarch?!"

Patriarch Tianjian and Nie Wushuang looked toward the sound, only to see a gaunt old man in a gray robe standing at the corner.

The man held a wine gourd in his hand, his beard stained with wine, appearing quite slovenly.

"Master!" Nie Wushuang widened his eyes.

He never expected to meet his Master here.

He rubbed his eyes, confirmed he was not mistaken, then became agitated, rushed over hurriedly, and threw himself into the other's embrace.

Seeing this scene, Patriarch Tianjian gained some understanding.

Looking again at that extremely aged face,

in an instant, it seemed to overlap with the spirited young face from many years ago.

"Zhangyue?" Patriarch Tianjian finally recalled the other's identity.

That was once the pride of the Tianjian Sect and one of the most likely candidates to succeed as the new Sect Master.

He was also a swordsman whom he himself had once valued highly!

Yet such a promising talent, for the sake of a woman from a hostile faction, ultimately ended up with his foundation damaged and a miserable fate.

In the past, because he was in secluded cultivation, he had not learned of this news in time.

By the time he learned of it, the other had already been expelled from the sect by the former Sect Master.

Besides feeling regret for him, he was also enraged by this, furiously scolding those people for their heartlessness and lack of righteousness.

Ultimately, this led him to remove the former Sect Master from his position and install the current Star-Plucking Sword King as his successor.

At this moment, Feng Zhangyue pulled Nie Wushuang behind him.

He put away the joy of their reunion and hurriedly knelt before Patriarch Tianjian: "This unworthy disciple-grandson, Feng Zhangyue, pays respects to the Patriarch!"

Having spoken, he kowtowed three more times with loud thuds.

All along, he had harbored guilt toward the sect.

He often felt he had failed to live up to the Patriarch's high regard and nurturing.

Now meeting the Patriarch again, he naturally felt a flood of emotions.

Patriarch Tianjian's expression turned complex; he sighed lightly and said, "Rise."

With his current level of cultivation attainment, he could naturally easily detect that the other's condition was not good.

It was no exaggeration to say that his end was near!

The days he had left were not many.

At this time, seeing Feng Zhangyue rise, Patriarch Tianjian nodded slightly and could not help but sigh emotionally, "Though you are no longer in the sect, you have not forgotten to bring good seedlings to it; Zhangyue, what am I even supposed to say to you..."

If not for Jiang Zhiwei and Wang Yuhuan,

with Nie Wushuang's outstanding performance, he would have been more than capable of surpassing Ning Zhengqi to become the number one figure among the sect's younger generation!

Such talent is rare and hard to come by.

Even in other places, countless forces would be fighting to recruit him.

Yet such an excellent genius was delivered by Feng Zhangyue, who had long been expelled from the sect.

From this, it is evident that the other holds no grudge against the sect and his affection has never diminished.

As Patriarch Tianjian's voice fell,

Feng Zhangyue's face showed bitterness: "My path in this life is already cut off; there is absolutely no future to speak of, and I can no longer provide much help to the sect."

"But this kid Shuang'er is different; he is still young and possesses extraordinary talent. His achievements in this life will be limitless, and he will surely be able to repay the sect's nurturing grace on behalf of this discarded disciple of mine!"