The dust over the Diamond Mountain Range gradually settled, yet the stench of blood still lingered through the valleys. The coalition army of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was busily clearing the battlefield and tallying the spoils, while the air remained filled with the grim bustle following a great battle.
After a brief exchange with his grandfather, Yu Boxuan, Yu Yuanchen politely declined the suggestion that he return to his tent and rest immediately. His gaze turned toward a lone pavilion perched atop a perilous peak deep within the mountains.
The pavilion appeared to have been abandoned for years, yet beneath the blood-red glow of the setting sun, it possessed a transcendent artistic conception all its own. At nearly the same moment, another streak of golden light swept toward the pavilion. It was Qian Daoliu.
The two landed before the pavilion almost simultaneously. They exchanged smiles, as though the tension between their opposing camps had never existed.
Several plates of exquisite dishes and a pot of fine wine with a crisp fragrance sat on the stone table inside the pavilion. Yu Yuanchen and Qian Daoliu sat facing each other, raising their cups in drink. The atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed, as if the previous standoff had never happened.
Qian Daoliu filled Yu Yuanchen's cup, raised his own in salute, and spoke with a trace of apology in his expression. "Brother Yuan Chen, Elder Jin'e was hot-tempered just now, and his pressure was overbearing. He offended you greatly. On his behalf, I offer my apologies to you and Clan Head Yu. He is one of my elders and has devoted his life to Spirit Hall. His temperament is somewhat domineering, but he bears no great malice. It is merely... that we view matters from