Overnight, without a word, dawn broke the next day.
However, come morning, Su Mo noticed that Yang Yizhi's gaze towards him had a bit of an odd feeling, as if his nose wasn't a nose and his eyes weren't eyes.
It seemed as if he harbored a great resentment.
Yang Xiaoyun seemed on the verge of speaking, but after glancing at Yang Yizhi, she closed her mouth again.
Su Mo could not fathom what was going on with this father and daughter.
He did not seek further understanding because time waits for no one, and now was the moment to seize every minute.
Yang Yizhi, Ling Hongxia, Yu Lingxin, Qilin Swordsman, and Ji Feiyang were already packed and ready to leave at any moment.
They were headed to Xuanhu Pavilion.
Although Yu Lingxin and Ji Feiyang, along with her siblings, could not enter Xuanhu Pavilion, they could wait outside.
Yang Xiaoyun couldn't help but say:
"Now that the Three Extremes Sect has been annihilated, why must you continue to toil?"
