After Gongyang Mu and the other two perished.
The Confucian Saint's projection slowly began to fade into illusion.
The Jade Hairpin clenched in the Confucian Saint's hand slowly bloomed with a faint radiance.
Everyone looked over in confusion.
Azure light drifted outward, gradually outlining a phantom figure.
The phantom wore an azure robe and retained the appearance of a scholar. After appearing, he turned and cupped his hands toward the Confucian Saint in salute.
Then, he gazed at Fang Xuan with a complicated expression.
Upon Fang Xuan's body, that dense Righteous Qi surged without end, standing in stark contrast to the white flames churning around him.
Gongsun Xiao suddenly laughed. "I was wondering why that woman could summon a scholar's projection. So Mister Wei had been the chess player behind the scenes all along."
Wei Dan merely glanced calmly at Gongsun Xiao before slowly saying to Fang Xuan, "I hope the road ahead remains just as smooth for you!"
With that, he turned, swept his sleeve, and vanished.
Although Wei Dan had departed, the Confucian Saint did not immediately disappear. His tranquil eyes regarded Fang Xuan in thought. After a moment, he grasped the Jade Hairpin floating in midair, bent down, and offered it to Fang Xuan. "Consider it a parting gift. This is not a precious item, so accept it without worry.
"Actually, I was just like you. In my youth, I yearned even more to roam the martial world—one man, one horse, settling debts of gratitude and vengeance to my heart's content. The wish of my lifetime can only be entrusted to you now."
Fang Xuan froze.
How could he dare accept such a gift?
Just moments ago, he had exhausted every means at his disposal. Yet beneath Wrath of the Heavens, he had still been annihilated by