The carriage rolled past, shattering the quiet of the night.
Zhu Zhuqing and Feng Wutong sat across from Dai Yao, looking back at Spirit City, a trace of sorrow hidden in their beautiful eyes.
After so many years as master and disciple, they were not family, yet closer than family.
Zhu Zhuqing had been with Dai Yao since childhood, relying on him for companionship, and had never truly felt any familial warmth. But Ghost Elder had given her unreserved love, making up for the family affection she had lacked when she was young.
Feng Wutong was the same. It had not been easy for her village to awaken a Soul Master, and after she was taken to Star Luo Royal Academy, she only saw her parents once every few years.
Because of that, she cherished her master-disciple bonds with Kite Douluo and Cyan Luan Douluo all the more.
Now that they had suddenly parted, feeling a little sad was inevitable.
The carriage jolted slightly. Seeing the two women's sorrowful expressions, Dai Yao felt uneasy. For his own selfish reasons, he had forced them to separate from their loved ones. Was it worth it? But the next moment, he cast that thought aside.
Continuing to stay in Spirit Hall would be bad for all three of them. Bibi Dong's Pope's Palace, Qian Daoliu's Worship Hall, and the soul beast faction hidden inside Spirit Hall—countless undercurrents surged in the dark. One careless step, and their lives could be in danger.
Dai Yao might be able to ignore those threats, but Zhu Zhuqing and Feng Wutong could not.
Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, Hu Liena—his relationships with many people in Spirit Hall and with various factions were tangled and complicated. One careless move, and he might hurt someone else.
It was like being trapped