After the situation in northern Xinjiang was settled, Lu Fan made the decision to take everyone who came with him and fly back to the southern province.
On the plane, the first class cabin was booked directly by Lu Fan.
Lu Fan, Black Butterfly, Yang Zipei, Hai Ziyuan, Jiang He, Mu Kang, Zhang Zihao, Licorice, Huang Bin...
How can a few people come back?
One is not too much and the other is not too little.
Moreover, no one was injured.
Compared with the other ancient martial arts families, the three major aristocratic families, and the hidden family, they came in great force, lost their troops and generals in Ziyue Valley, and were disgraced and controlled by the Wang family.
Lu Fan and the others are extremely lucky.
Watching the plane enter the sky over Nan Province, the faces of the people around them all looked like they were surviving a disaster.
Looking back on my time in Northern Xinjiang, I still feel it’s not quite real.
"I feel like it's better to be plain and ordinary. In the world of ancient martial arts, the jungle is strong and the jungle is strong. If you are not as good as me, I can kill you at will without taking any responsibility."
Jiang He looked out the window with a sigh on his face: "It's not like now. You can do whatever you want. If you commit a crime, you will be punished by law. If you are not a warrior, you can do other things. If not, you can go back to the countryside to farm. Life is so carefree.
"
The others did not speak, but the expressions on their faces clearly agreed with his words.
Lu Fan smiled and said, "Yes, all the powerful sects in Shifang City were wiped out overnight, so in this world, nothing is eternal and can remain invincible, regardless of strength or weakness.
It's relative. If you want to protect yourself and the people around you, you need a stronger force, a force that is always ahead of the world."
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Wenren Muxue sitting across the corridor.
It's been two days since she woke up, but until now, she hasn't said a word.
But I can also tell that she is very clear.
But I didn’t know what I was thinking, and I didn’t want to communicate with them. I just sat in a corner and remained silent.
"I don't know what is happening to those who stayed in northern Xinjiang now."
Mu Kang suddenly said something, and then subconsciously looked at Wenren Muxue: "It should be fine. All Wang Changqing wants is those things. Killing those people will do him no good at all."
