Fortunately, Du Cang was dead beyond all doubt.
His head had burst apart.
Not a breath remained.
Otherwise, upon hearing Chen Yi's words, he would have been furious enough to die again, then said in a slightly trembling voice:
"Chess Dao, Way of Calligraphy, Spear Dao, Body Dao perfected, Fist Dao accomplished... You, what else do you have?"
To that question, Chen Yi would most likely have only smiled without answering.
Just as he did now.
When Xiao Wan'er heard the surroundings fall quiet, she cautiously raised her head. Looking at the devastation around them and Du Cang's corpse, her gaze settled on Chen Yi's figure.
"It's over?"
Chen Yi merely smiled, nodded, then shook his head. With a gesture, he retrieved his long spear and carried her toward Puyin Temple.
Xiao Wan'er remained in his arms. Though she had already thought things through—no longer worrying whether Chen Yi was truly Chen Yi—she still felt somewhat at a loss.
Now that Du Cang's threat was gone, she truly felt rather embarrassed.
Yet Chen Yi paid no attention to her thoughts. Carrying her into that Buddhist hall, he said softly:
"Didn't you ask whether it was over?"
"Actually, there's one last matter."
He looked toward a corner of the Buddhist hall, which appeared even more ruined after its collapse—Lü Jiunan lay weakly amid the rubble, his face and body slashed into a bloody mess by shattered stones.
Xiao Wan'er noticed Lü Jiunan as well and turned her head away, unable to bear the sight.
Though she did not know Lü Jiunan, she recognized the features of a Poshushuo Kingdom native.
Even if she could not bear to see an injured man lying in the rain, she would not say something like saving one life was worth more than building a seven-story