Western Territory, the Earth Light that glimmered for days has now vanished, plunging the entire land into a long night once again.
Tiny snowflakes drift down, breath emerging as white mist; early winter has arrived, and the weather has truly turned cold.
"It's time to go, are you reluctant?" Master Xu Kong turned around, glancing at his disciple.
A pale-faced young man spoke: "After all, it is the place where my blood spilled, where I learned all my skills, and it hasn't gone to waste. I've come to terms with my birthplace, Qiye State. I'll look a few more times before leaving."
He is Zhou Wubing, gazing upon the vast plain stretching under the night, gradually tinged faintly white by the falling snowflakes.
In this battle, he was covered in wounds, bathed in scorching Demon blood, and slew many foes, yet wounds remain that haven't fully healed.
