A month had passed since that quiet yet thunderous battle of words between Meng Liyu and Lin Shu on the beach — a month of peace, training, and laughter.
The chaos of battle was long forgotten. In its place came the gentle rhythm of waves brushing the golden sand, and the warm light blue sky above them shines that gilded the air in serene stillness. The sea breeze carried the scent of salt and calm — a fragrance of peace that seemed to seep into every soul.
The Sanatan Flame Sect, Howling Abyss Sect, and Moonlight Pavilion had all chosen to remain on the island a while longer. What had begun as an alliance of circumstance had turned into something deeper — three sects living side by side, learning from each other, laughing together. The Moonlight Pavilion had slowly become their friends, its icy aura now replaced by warmth and kinship.
