Looking at these insatiable people, Gong Zhuo spread his hands and said coldly, "As far as I know, there is only this one method. I'm only telling you because of the Second Young Master's sake. If you're unwilling, just wait for your bodies to explode and perish!"
After saying that, Gong Zhuo flicked his sleeves and left.
The guards exchanged glances, finding no other solution. To save their lives, they reluctantly destroyed their own Magic Sources, and from then on, faded into mediocrity.
From this moment onward, all traces of Mei Ji left in this world were almost entirely erased.
Three days later, at Soul-breaking Cliff.
Jiu Ge donned a white robe, his snow-white long hair draped over his shoulders. He sat quietly, holding the Fairy Snow Zither in his hands, his fingers plucking the strings, producing a flowing and continuous melody.
"You're improving quickly." A gentle voice of admiration sounded from nearby.
