A thousand zhang away, Wang Xian slowly lowered the bamboo bow in his hands.
The bowstring was still trembling faintly, and his arm was numb. His face showed no joy or surprise. He only murmured, "I told you I'd avenge you!"
Young Master Yan Hui had devoured half of Youli's demon core, leaving her hovering between life and death and causing her cultivation to fall by an entire major realm.
Was it worth it?
He was asking Yan Hui—and also Youli, sleeping beneath the deep pool.
For Youli, and for himself, he had loosed that arrow!
He gazed at the distant snowpeak as it crumbled, and at the figure struggling in the avalanche until it finally fell still. His heart held no satisfaction, only a cold calm.
Some things had to be done.
Some people had to die.
He turned to Ji Yaoguang, who stood frozen in shock, and said just one word:
"Go!"
The avalanche's roar was closing in, and an even greater danger lay ahead. Once Ye Honglian succeeded in breaking through, the first people she would kill were likely to be them.
Ji Yaoguang came to her senses as if waking from a dream and hurried after Wang Xian.
The two became a pair of afterimages, racing toward the depths of the valley.
Behind them, the avalanche swallowed the entire pine forest.
Meanwhile, atop another snowpeak, the flames around Ye Honglian burned ever more fiercely. High above, a golden radiance even grander than the one Yan Hui had summoned was slowly descending from the heavens.
The other mountain had split apart, and the snowpeak had collapsed. The cataclysm had startled Ye Honglian in the middle of her breakthrough!
Wang Xian could never have imagined the decision Ye Honglian would make.
A long, earth-shaking cry rang out!
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