Yet, strangely enough, Tang Feiji, who had always been rather clumsy and unable to fathom human hearts, sensed a hint of farewell in Tang Xian's brief instructions.
It just had a feeling that this person was going to a very distant place, perhaps never to return.
The golden light filling the sky was perhaps a kind of ceremony to take him away.
This feeling started as mere intuition, and later on, Tang Feiji had already become convinced of this intuition.
Just like some things can only be understood between men who have experienced life and death together a few times. Tang Xian's final words were like facing overwhelming despair, unable to think of any solution, having no choice but to drive every partner off the battlefield one by one.
[He won't be coming back, I know that guy. The Sea God Cult will not disband, he is too lazy to summon all beasts, and would never treat the Sacred Mountain as sacred.]