Zhao Bai is dead. After bidding farewell to the two monks, the group also departed from the pagoda. Night had fallen dark and heavy as they distanced themselves from the Joyful Sect. Those Jianghu guests were still clueless, naively combing through the sect grounds, searching every Array.
Tiny pinpricks of starlight hung on the horizon. Chen Yi appeared deep in thought, holding Yin Tingxue's hand as they led the way. The shadows of the trees intertwined, hazy and elongated. Dong Gong Ruoshu and the female crown followed at a distance—not too close, not too far.
Dong Gong Ruoshu walked beside her,
while the female crown pondered if this might be the only opportunity of her life.
The last chance—to obtain the Replenishment Technique from Dong Gong Ruoshu and then consign it to flames.
