Sky-splitting Sword Sect.
Xiao Yi, with his hands clasped behind him, walked slowly away. He had already left the great hall and was heading towards the mountain gate.
He had known long ago that this place had no room for him.
Right at this moment, two figures suddenly flew over by controlling the air from afar.
The figures landed.
It was Elder Duan Yun and the Great Elder.
Xiao Yi stopped walking and smiled faintly.
"It seems I forgot, I am no longer a disciple of the Sword Sect, nor the Strongest Sword Master."
"These two things should not stay with me either."
In Xiao Yi's hands, a flash of light appeared, and the Frost Sword materialized out of thin air.
Then, he began undoing his upper garment, preparing to remove the Ice Armor.
The Great Elder intervened, "Young man, don't act in a fit of pique."
"Believe me, I will certainly let you rejoin the sect."
Xiao Yi smiled faintly, "Elder Xie, I appreciate your kind intentions, but there's no need."