Beside Immortal Volcano, the smoke and dust gradually settled, leaving only the crisp fragrance of tea lingering in the air. Li Cha held the extraordinarily majestic Five-Colored Peacock in his arms, gentle Tea Dao spiritual charm flowing from his fingertips, mixed with pure Essence of Wood as he softly combed through the bird's feathers, soothing his mind and healing his injuries. The Peacock comfortably narrowed his eyes, letting out a faint purr from his throat as he buried his head deeper into Li Cha's embrace.
The Soul-Scattering Gourd at his waist had also quieted down. Every so often, a flicker of red light flashed across it—the hatred that Hong Yun's remnant spirit could not suppress.
Li Cha stood quietly at the volcano's mouth, his robes fluttering in the wind as he calmly watched the two crooked figures fleeing westward on clouds, until they vanished completely beyond the horizon.
"Master, are we really letting them go?" Mo Ran stepped forward, his voice filled with reluctance and concern. "Those two are scheming and vindictive. They suffered greatly this time, and you exposed their disgrace right to their faces. They will surely bear a grudge. Letting a tiger return to the mountains today will inevitably bring disaster in the future!" He knew the nature of those two from the West well. Having formed such a deep enmity, Yun Hua Grotto-Heaven's lineage would likely know no peace in the days ahead.
Sensing Mo Ran's indignation, the Soul-Scattering Gourd at Li Cha's waist trembled faintly as well, conveying the deep resentment and agreement of Hong Yun's remnant spirit.
Li Cha withdrew his gaze and gently stroked the smooth, warm feathers of the Peacock in his arms. He let out a long sigh, one carrying helplessness, understanding, and worry over the uncertain road ahead.
"They cannot