After the battle.
"Sect Master Ning." Sword Douluo's voice remained calm, but Ning Fengzhi could not miss the exhaustion beneath it.
"You two have worked hard, Your Excellencies." Ning Fengzhi nodded, his gaze sweeping across the official road devastated by the battle's aftermath as his brows furrowed tightly.
The ground was covered in crisscrossing sword marks and enormous craters. Rocks had shattered, trees had fallen, and the air still carried the heart-palpitating Soul Power aura of four Titled Douluo.
If such astonishing traces of battle were discovered by the Heaven Dou Empire's authorities, it would surely cause a tremendous uproar.
"It must be dealt with," Ning Fengzhi said gravely.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong gave a muffled grunt and stepped forward. His ninth soul ring suddenly lit up! The phantom of a massive bone dragon emerged behind him once more. He extended his right hand and pressed downward through the air.
"Spatial Solidification, Earth Dragon Flip!"
A strange scene unfolded. Under Gu Rong's tyrannical control of spatial Soul Power, the torn earth seemed to come alive. Soil and shattered stones rolled and shifted on their own, filling the gaps as those vicious ravines and craters slowly healed at a visible rate.
Half an hour later, the official road had largely regained its original appearance. Though it was still a mess, it no longer bore the exaggerated devastation of a world-shaking battle.
"Let's go. Back to the academy." Ning Fengzhi's voice carried a trace of heaviness. He gave Han Yuchen a deep look, the question in his eyes unmistakable.
The atmosphere in the carriage on the way back was oppressive to the extreme. No one laughed or joked anymore; even their breaths seemed weighted with lead.
Everyone was reliving the life-or-death ambush from that night, along with Han Yuchen's earth-shattering words.
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