What a fine heart rooted in the human world.
In that instant, Wang Xian thought of the broken sword—the Sword of the Human World that the blacksmith was forging.
He could not help smiling knowingly. "In that case, Senior Brother, remain in the human world and live as a free man. The days and months in books are long, and the universe holds its own meaning. Congratulations, Senior Brother, on comprehending the meaning of Heaven and Earth."
Li Dalu smiled. "Junior Brother, the path I walk differs from yours. I do wish I could be as free as you, wandering between Heaven and Earth."
Wang Xian gazed at the Twelve Towers beneath the moonlight and murmured, "They probably won't sleep tonight."
The battle gradually subsided. Tonight, the moon was hazy and the wind clear.
The Twelve Towers shone brightly beneath the moon, yet still seemed eerily silent. Not even the cry of a nocturnal bird could be heard.
Everyone knew what had happened today. The expressions of everyone inside and outside the main hall of the Twelve Towers were strange.
The cultivators from the six major sects who were taking turns on patrol moved through the night, warily watching the long mountain path beneath the moonlight. Every one of them hid in the shadows without making a sound.
The leaders and elders of the various sects had gathered in different towers, discussing the battle they would face tomorrow.
Only Dongfang Suyu leaned against a soft couch, a scroll in her hand while her thoughts wandered elsewhere.
Or rather, she was wondering whether the Demon King halfway up the mountain would storm the Sword Sect tomorrow.
Dongfang Feihong sat not far away, yet his face held not the slightest expression.
Only deep within his eyes could one faintly see worry.
After