"Xuan Ming, I'm sorry..."

"For so many years, I have never been a qualified friend. I have always made you worry about me. From now on, I will never worry you again..."

With a "tear" sound, Zi Qingge tore off the sleeve of his left hand and put it on the table. After taking a deep look, he turned around and left.

From now on, he will never set foot here again to disturb his cultivation. He must be very disappointed with him. However, without Aye, his life has lost ...