Three days later, Long Chen walked out of his immortal cave in an exhausted state. He saw that outside the immortal cave, his entire faction had gathered to send him off. And it wasn’t just his people, but also Ye Zhiqiu’s faction had come as well.

Li Qi, Song Mingyuan, and five other core disciples had also come over. They had all expressed their support for Long Chen on that day.

Unfortunately, their support hadn’t changed the monastery’s decision. But in any case, they were still filled with respect for Long Chen.

His strength wasn’t necessarily the strongest, but he always dared to resist the rules, dared to confront enemies, and dared to face any hardships without any fear.

“Oh, how lively; did you all come here to send me off?” laughed Long Chen.

“You really are my good brothers, my good sisters. But you guys look a bit too unpresentable. Where are the streamers and ribbons? If you waved those around while cheering my name, that’d definitely be grander.”

Everyone saw that Long Chen appeared completely exhausted. They assumed he had begun to feel the pressure of being exiled.

But no one ridiculed him. After all, that was...