"Master, Butterfly Girl is dead. The key shadow figures we had stationed in the God Capital Star Realm have all perished."
In that dim world, the old servant spoke in a low voice.
Tailor liked tea and had never cared for alcohol.
Yet now, he took out a flask of wine and silently drank a mouthful.
A trace of irrepressible sorrow surfaced on his aged face.
Butterfly Girl had been raised by his own hand, like a daughter to him.
Originally, he had prepared ample cultivation resources, paving a broad road straight to the Feathered Ascension Realm for Butterfly Girl.
But now...
There was no longer any use for them!
After a long while, Tailor took a deep breath. A cold and terrifying gleam rose in his eyes. "A life for a life. Kong Zhao, from this day onward, I no longer owe you!"
"Master, please restrain your grief," the old servant consoled him.
Tailor's expression had returned to the stillness of an ancient well. "Everyone dies. I have long seen through it all. Butterfly Girl's death will not affect my state of mind."
After a pause, he said, "Pass down the order. From today onward, all forces are to lie dormant in the shadows. Let the Temple Master strut about for a while longer!"
"Three months from now, I will personally bury the Temple Master, build his tomb, and erect his monument!"
The evening clouds burned like fire.
Su Yi walked alone through a bustling city flowing with life.
The streets and alleys teemed with pedestrians, shoulder brushing shoulder. The lively scene left even Su Yi somewhat dazed.
It had been a long time since he had truly slowed down and spent time alone.
Inside a Tea House, a storyteller was animatedly recounting a strange tale of Gods