Everyone was evil fiends, so why was your whole body bathed in Holy Light? The cave sank into silence and deathly stillness. Light and fire intertwined, and the shattered rock layers let daylight flood in.
Ming He and Yang An stood within the radiance, their shadows stretched long across the ground.
"Take one more step, and your days as Pavilion Master will be over."
Ming He suddenly spoke, his voice abruptly carrying beyond the cave and spreading through the mountains.
Those words were not directed at Yang An, but at Thirty Flow and the others who had been alarmed and were hurrying over.
Such a tremendous commotion had occurred here that even the floating island had begun to shake. Thirty Flow and the others had immediately drawn near, wanting to see what had happened.
Yet at Ming He's warning, everyone stopped in their tracks and promptly retreated.
Thirty Flow knew perfectly well that Yang An had returned to the island and entered the secluded cultivation grounds in the rear mountain. He had also sensed an immensely powerful aura in the earlier disturbance—it was Yang An, without question.
Unfortunately, he had no way of figuring out what had happened between Yang An and Ming He. Though it left him deeply perplexed, he had no choice but to withdraw at once.
"Understood."
Thirty Flow took a deep breath and swiftly led the others back into the sect.
Within the shattered cave, Wen Yin was enveloped in light. Yang An had rescued her remains, and her undying nature had begun to take effect, restoring her rapidly.
Yang An continued to stare directly at Ming He, but after waiting a long time, Ming He showed no sign of attacking him.
It seemed he had won.
Though he had "impulsively" saved Wen Yin, he had