Confusion

It had been two days since Hanyu returned to the Eastern Territory's waters, and he had spent the whole time alone, silent and withdrawn.

He still found Coconut and Yixian's deaths hard to come to terms with.

On top of that, Zhishou's methods continued to leave him deeply unsettled.

The Central Continent had learned the gist of what had happened where the Eastern and Western Territories met. Mo Xiuwen emerged from the little workshop, looking dejected, and happened to run into Mortal and Drifter.

The three of them gathered in silence, sighing.

Drifter blamed herself most for Coconut's death. After all, she had been the one who lost track of her.

The moment she learned Coconut had died, she had burst into tears.

Mortal and Mo Xiuwen were both men, but their hearts were just as heavy.

"How's the Medicine Master? Should we go check on him?"

Mortal suddenly spoke up. Other than the day Hanyu returned, when they had seen him, he had been nowhere to be found for the past two days.

"Don't. You shouldn't go."

Mo Xiuwen hurriedly stopped him, then explained.

"Don't go looking for him. Seeing old faces from our Ziqiang Sect would probably make him feel even worse right now."

Back in the Soul Realm, Coconut had died right before his eyes through a mirror image.

On the battlefield, he had also witnessed Yixian refine himself with his own eyes.

That was what they said, but Drifter had vanished without a trace.

By the Eastern Territory's shore, Hanyu lay alone on the beach, staring blankly at the sky. Suddenly, a figure approached, her curvaceous figure and graceful bearing striking. Hanyu could identify her just by her waist.

Bai Junya!

"I'm fine. Just thinking about some things."

Hanyu didn't move at all. He glanced at