And so, the brutal war finally came to a close.
Hex Tai was dead, Rong Mingtao was critically injured, Vast Sea was reduced to a mere wisp of a remnant soul, and Song Changsheng's fate was unknown...
「Ling Province, Vast Mist Peak.」
Ever since the last battle, the Lieyang Sect and the Rong Clan had been acting like turtles with their heads pulled into their shells. They neither advanced nor retreated, which was strangely unsettling.
Song Luzhou watched the motionless enemy outside the mountain, a faint sense of unease creeping into his heart. 'They haven't made a move in over a month,' he thought. 'Are they preparing a new way to break our array?'
Just as he was thinking, a streak of light suddenly shot toward him from the horizon.
'A Communication Flying Sword?'
Song Luzhou reached out, puzzled, and caught the flying sword. After reading the message it contained, his expression changed drastically, and he rushed to the Minor Affairs Hall.
