Li Zijun held Da Bai the cat and made her way up No-Sword Peak.
Her gaze was fixed on Dan Wulan, who was healing Su Bei from afar. Although there was a hint of surprise in her eyes, it seemed as if she had suddenly let go of her worries. She then leaned against the tree that was the most familiar to her in memory, looking up at the night sky and smiling peacefully. You normally wouldn't take this route, Master... Then, she turned and walked away.
The martial arts competition had ended.
Sect Disciples from the Twenty-One Provinces stood proudly under the stage, discussing today's strongest in their hearts.
At Xi Qingyi's signal, the disciples from Sword Peak arranged the fireworks that had been prepared beforehand in rows.
The fireworks soared into the darkness, blossoming one after another, then turning into smoke that drifted away—brilliant, but only for a moment.
「Atop No-Sword Peak.」
Su Bei's injuries had mostly healed; all that was left was to rest for a few days.
