Yu Chen held the avatar captive in his hand, his thoughts in turmoil.
He hated Feather Venerable—hated him for deceiving him and refining his body—yet he hesitated. After all, that body was a trace of his former existence.
"Some things should be allowed to pass once they are past."
Sikong Guxing stood beside him and patted Yu Chen's shoulder earnestly. Then he followed Shen Yi toward the distance.
Yu Chen remained silent. Firelight flickered within his eye sockets, as though a fierce struggle raged in his heart.
A cold gleam flashed. A bone-white claw pierced Feather Venerable's skull and punched through his chest.
Seeing Feather Venerable's bitter smile, Yu Chen felt not the slightest ripple. Sikong Guxing was right—what was past should be allowed to pass. That Yu Chen of the Feather Clan had long since fallen. The current him was the owner of an immortal divine body, the reborn skeletal Yu Chen.
"Are you really not worried that Yu Chen won't spare Feather Venerable?"
Meng Ke'er pondered for a long time before voicing the uncertainty in her heart.
"Since I left him to deal with it, naturally I trust him."
Shen Yi's voice struck the ground like a hammer. Sikong Guxing and the belatedly arriving Yu Chen heard it, and a surge of emotion rose in their hearts, further strengthening their loyalty toward him.
"Is it settled?"
Yu Chen nodded, then bowed his head to the ground. Shen Yi had helped him overcome a knot in his heart.
"Where do we go next?"
Meng Ke'er asked. She was growing increasingly curious about Shen Yi and, without realizing it, had begun to rely on him.
"Do you still remember the Candledragon's remains? I'm worried Little Black may be in danger. We'll find him first, then help you search for the