The elders were all speechless. Right now they still couldn't clear their heads from the appearance of the Buddha Fury Lotus. Two hundred years, after a full two hundred years the Buddha Fury Lotus had unexpectedly appeared in the hands of an outer sect disciple, what did this signify? In this land, this exceptional hidden weapon that not even SanJose Clan's own people could resist absolutely represented the approach of another peak of the SanJose Clan.
Looking at the elders bowing their heads without speaking, SanJose Clark smiled brightly,
"Everything of SanJose Clark's was given by SanJose Clan, whether it's life or abilities, all were bestowed by SanJose Clan. No matter what, SanJose Clark in life is a person of the SanJose Clan, in death a ghost of the SanJose Clan, I know that the elders will not permit the corpse of an outer sect disciple that violated the sect rules to remain at SanJose Clan; therefore, let me turn to bone naturally in this Monrar City."
SanJose Clark was so serene that even his somewhat excited voice finally roused the elders. When the elders raised their heads to look at him, they saw red streams of qi spread out from him in a flash.
"Is that the Mysterious Heaven Treasure! You even learned the sect's highest inner strength technique in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure!"
SanJose Joe said it out involuntarily.
With an explosion, as the group of elders retreated to avoid anything unexpected, they looked at SanJose Clark who was entirely naked.
SanJose Clark smiled brilliantly,
"I arrived in the nude, and I shall depart in the nude. Buddha Fury Lotus is SanJose Clark's last gift for the Clan. Besides myself, I carry nothing of the SanJose Clan, the secret books are all under the first brick in my room. SanJose Clark will now return everything to SanJose Clan."
"Hahahahahahaha…...."
SanJose Clark laughed wildly up towards the sky, suddenly taking a step backward. At this very moment, the SanJose Clan elders suddenly discovered, unexpectedly nobody still had time to block him. His body, enveloped in white light, threw itself forward off Devil's Peak, soaring out into empty air, stepping into the clouds and mist around the mountain.
"Stop!"
SanJose Lan finally reacted, but right now it was already too late to say anything.
The clouds and mist were very dense, bringing waves of humidity, taking away the sunshine, and also taking away that SanJose Clark whose entire life was dedicated to SanJose Clan and hidden weapons.
Time seemed to stand still. SanJose Lan's hands trembled as he held up those three Fury Lotuses, his eyes moist,
"SanJose Clark, ah, SanJose Clark, why did you suffer? The astonishment you brought us was really too much, too much..."
"Eldest brother."
A second elder stepped forward,
"Why should you mourn a Traitor like this?"
SanJose Lan's gaze became cold in a flash, cold air covering his body, glaring at the second elder,
"Who do you say is a Traitor? Have you ever seen a Traitor who could obtain the sect's rarest books and afterwards didn't flee? Have you seen a Traitor who would die for his ideals? Have you seen someone harboring a hidden weapon powerful enough to destroy any SanJose Clan expert instead present it to the sect as his last act? SanJose Clark was no Traitor, he was our most outstanding genius in two hundred years."
The second elder stared stupidly,
"But, he stole secrets from the sect..."
SanJose Lan suddenly interrupted,
"If you were also able to produce the Buddha Fury Lotus, I wouldn't care no matter what you stole. You were wrong, I was wrong, in this past moment, we actually looked on helplessly as the chance for the SanJose Clan's glory to rise again slipped away before our eyes."
The elders gathered round, their expressions all complex, some perplexed, some sad, some sighing, still more were regretful.
"No need to say anything. Pass on my orders, dispatch all the disciples, search for SanJose Clark below Devil's Peak. If alive, I will see the person. If dead, I will see the corpse. At the same time, from this moment on, SanJose Clark is promoted to inner sect disciple. If he still lives, he will be the only successor to my position as head."
"Yes, head."
The elders bowed simultaneously.
If SanJose Clark was still here on the cliff top right now, still able to hear SanJose Lan's words, even if he died, he would certainly still be very gratified; his great effort in the end hadn't been a waste. But, all this came too late.
Devil's Peak, where a thrown rock would take nineteen seconds to hit the bottom, an existence seemingly surpassing the eighteen levels of hell, how could it permit a living person to return from the clouds and mist? SanJose Clark was dead, forever departing this world, but his other destiny had only just begun.
Chapter Ends.