Chen Xuan had not stood with King Louis and the nobles.
He flew up to the cathedral's dome and sat alone on the roof, gazing at the distant flames until night swallowed the last of the sunset.
"Master?" A voice suddenly sounded beside him. "It really is you... What are you doing up here?"
The voice sounded quite familiar.
And there were only a handful of people in this world who called him Master...
Chen Xuan turned his head and saw that the person approaching was indeed Xu Xuanling.
At the sight of her, Chen Xuan froze for a moment. She looked barely over twenty, her face still brimming with youthful vitality. She looked exactly as she had at their last meeting.
But thirty years had passed...
"You..." Chen Xuan opened his mouth, only to find so many questions crowding his lips that he finally chose an innocuous one to begin with. "Are you here on behalf of the Ascension Terrace?"
Joan of Arc had been instrumental in forming this allied army and had enjoyed great prestige among the sects. Now that she had passed away of old age, it was only natural for them to send someone to pay their respects.
"Hmm, you really don't pay any attention to us, do you?" Xu Xuanling pouted and sat beside him. "I'm representing the Lotus Cloud Sect now. Anyway, where's Master Liu? Why isn't she here?"
You joined the Lotus Cloud Sect too?
Seeing Chen Xuan's doubtful expression, she could not help glaring at him. "The Ascension Terrace has merged with the Lotus Cloud Sect. I'm the deputy sect leader now. Is it so strange for me to represent the Lotus Cloud Sect?"
"Merged?"
"That's right. There's only one sect left in the west. What else would it be but the