A month had passed since the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame emerged, and everything had once again returned to calm. Aside from the mountain range that had been burned into a wasteland, all traces seemed to have been erased.
Over that month, the alliance had used every method possible to search for Xiao Yan. Even the Pill Tower's old ancestor had personally acted, but even with his power, tearing open that space from the outside was an extremely difficult task. He had barely managed to open a tiny crack when milky-white flames immediately surged out, frightening even that old child into hurriedly sealing the rift shut.
After all, if the flames within that space truly erupted, then let alone the entire Central Continent, nothing within a radius of ten thousand miles of that space would survive. With such a vast area, even Old Yao could not simply stand by.
In the middle of the night, Old Yao stood before the main hall of Starfall Pavilion, gazing up at the stars. The direction of his gaze was precisely where the place now known as the Demonic Flame Desert lay.
"You're here!"
"Mm." Old Yao greeted him softly, and Xiao Heng softly responded as he landed beside him. Noticing the loneliness in Old Yao's eyes, Xiao Heng silently sighed.
With Xiao Yan missing, this old man was likely the saddest person in the world. He could be said to have been revived because of Xiao Yan, and he had watched Xiao Yan grow step by step. They had gone through countless things together; saying they were as close as father and son would not be an exaggeration.
In just one month, Old Yao had aged considerably. His overall appearance had not changed much, but Xiao Heng could clearly see the additional wrinkles on