Infected by Xu Caiyi's words, everyone fell silent for a long while, yet no one spoke any words of comfort or encouragement.
Some things did not need to be said.
The destruction of the Winged Race was like a speck of dust lightly brushed away, unable to stir even the slightest ripple in the vast starry sea of Two Realms Mountain.
Wild Race Star Island swallowed the wreckage of that ruined star island. After growing a little larger, it continued along its silent yet unwavering course.
Those dozen or so figures—Yue Chan'er, Xu Buwan, the Twelve Moon Maidens, the Three Little Ones, and the Caiyi Maiden, who had personally ended an entire race yet acted as though nothing had happened—continued as usual, each busying themselves and cultivating on this lonely, island-like star island.
Xu Caiyi's "Law Cultivation Tutoring Class" resumed.
It was as though the previous battle had not been a war that decided the life and death of a race, but merely a pleasant weekend.
The exams were over. They rested for two days, then—
Classes continued.
Only this time, everyone clearly felt that something had changed.
Xu Caiyi's glass-like eyes still held their usual clarity, but something that had not been there before now rested within them.
It was a steadiness born of experience, a certainty gained from seeing the road ahead, an unwavering resolve no longer clouded by confusion or hesitation...
With this leap in her state of mind, Xu Caiyi now had an exceptionally clear understanding of which direction she should focus on next, as well as the specific arrangements for the lessons.
After the Paths of Wind and Fire, the third path she needed to improve was naturally—
The Path of Wood.
This choice had long been expected by everyone.
When she had previously encountered