The Buzhou Heaven Pillar towered majestically at the center of Buzhou World, its shadow stretching across countless miles.
Over the past three to five thousand years, wind, frost, rain, and snow had left quite a few quiet lakes at the foot of the pillar.
Beside one such lake, no more than fifteen hundred years old and smaller than a modest city, bamboo grew thick and green. A small pavilion had recently been built there. Sandalwood smoke curled through it, and the fragrance of tea hung in the air as Jiang Sheng brewed a pot to help Underworld Lord Shaobai recover from his fright.
The two sides had finished exchanging hostages. Several people had suffered injuries, but to immortals of the Upper Three Realms, those wounds hardly counted as an itch.
Underworld Lord Shaobai himself had sustained considerable damage to his body, but once he escaped Xiaogong's control, he healed those injuries on his own.
Now he was full of life again. Otherwise, he could hardly have sat here drinking tea with Jiang Sheng.
Once their people had returned, Xiaogong took Jin Yang, Youhua, and the others and tore through the void to leave. Jiang Sheng, Xuanyi, Kong Zhen, and their companions also departed the Buzhou Divine Domain. It held many secret treasures, but it was no place to linger.
Neither side wanted to remain any longer than necessary in a land filled with divine corpses and profound baleful energies. Their clash in Buzhou World had barely been a warm-up. There would be plenty of time to fight later.
Jiang Sheng, Xuanyi, and Kong Zhen would never simply let Jin Yang and Youhua walk away for good. Nor would Jin Yang and Youhua become afraid to face Jiang Sheng merely because they had lost. Another battle to settle who stood above