There was nothing much that Wu Yu had to prepare.

What needed to be packed had been packed. Goodbyes that needed to be said had been said.

He had planned to go to Sun Wudao's grave tonight, but now it had been replaced by the spiritual qi spring.

And with such earthshaking events happening, Wu Yu knew that each day Zhang Futu lingered at the Heavenly Sword Sect was danger for Feng Xueya and the others.

Since that was so, and everything had been settled, then they might as well leave as early as possible.

And so he made up his mind, saying, "Everything is prepared. I am ready to leave."

"Oh? No affection at all to this place?" Zhang Futu smiled slightly.

"Not really."

There was not much difference between today and tomorrow.

Feng Xueya and the others naturally understood Wu Yu's intent. This Zhang Futu had miraculously not killed anyone out of anger. That had been a miracle among miracles in itself.

"Farewell today. We will meet again some day." Wu Yu walked to stand before Feng Xueya and the others...