Farewell

The area before the still solemn and dignified temple stood empty, with only the sprawled giant wolf dozing lazily, its black nose twitching as it sensed the scents around it.

Two figures passed before the giant wolf... The drifting scents made it detect nothing unusual.

"Xuan Tribe, proceed."

The motionless giant wolf had no reason to raise its head and stop them...

Ever since the Xuan Tribe had risen to fame, more and more guests had come to visit the Land of Divine Favor.

But most were turned away at the door and forbidden from entering the City of Qi—the place with the most forbidden areas.

Since no one capable of posing a threat had entered today, the leisurely giant wolf did not want anything to happen during this most wonderful festival.

Especially at this particular moment.

Its smooth silver fur had been carefully groomed, making this guardian of the temple appear extraordinarily imposing.

Everything was perfect.

Until this valiant giant wolf vaguely detected something amiss among those faint traces of scent!

It suddenly raised its head and looked back, its keen ears springing upright!

Its huge eyes were filled with confusion and shock, but the last few silhouettes it saw had already vanished into the crowd...

At the highest level of the temple, beneath the divine stone.

In the hall where the former high priest had once waited, not a single priest remained.

An old man sat alone on a long bench, while a drifting soul lingered beside him...

"Has my time come too?"

"Yes..."

The soul raised its head and looked toward the divine stone high above. Complex emotions filled its pale eyes.

"It seems I went all out during the last Festival of the Gods..."

Lying down beside his father, Yun smiled.

Although he had not