Two days later.
On the western mountainside of Mist Smoke Mountain, outside the Alchemy Hut beside the Wooden Tower.
Chen Mu curled up in the Rocking Chair, staring absently at the horizon.
Liyang Dao's fire arts were formidable. Even after two days, Black Smoke still rose from many places in the mountains.
Just as he was wondering when this chaos would end, a figure nimbly slipped out of the dense forest, and a gleaming bald head came into view.
Jia Tian?
Chen Mu's lips curled upward.
It seemed Little Bald Head had successfully survived this calamity as well.
"I knew Senior Brother was blessed by fate and would surely be fine!" Jia Tian hurried over, his face full of delight.
"Fortunately, I survived." Chen Mu smiled and invited Jia Tian to sit on the bamboo chair beside him.
"Ah, why have things been so chaotic these past two years?" Jia Tian sighed.
Chen Mu sighed along with him. "Yeah. None of them will cultivate properly. They just keep causing trouble."
In the years since he had come to Yunzhou, he had been fleeing all over the place and had barely enjoyed any peace.
Unfortunately, people's hearts were unfathomable. How could the changing world possibly go entirely according to his wishes?
Shaking his head and no longer dwelling on it, Chen Mu instead asked about the situation on the mountain.
"Nothing much has happened." Jia Tian thought for a moment, then shook his head. "They probably haven't finished fighting yet. Things are alright on the mountain, but I heard it's still chaotic below."
Then he said gleefully, "The Sun Clan is completely finished this time."
Sun Jian's affairs had been exposed, and they had been implicated?
Then Sun Jian...
Chen Mu feigned confusion and casually probed, "The Sun Clan's Ancestor was