After a moment's thought, North Hero was still released. They couldn't simply stop cultivating for a whole day just because they weren't sure what Lu Yin was capable of.
Lu Yin was trying to find a way to deal with him, and time was actually pressing.
One day, eight years later, beneath a desolate black mountain range, even the water had turned black. It was somewhat viscous and unpleasant to look at.
Xiang Siyu lifted the Light Boat in distaste, keeping it from touching the black water.
Lu Yin didn't mind. He simply gazed up at the sky.
The earth was black, yet the sky remained blue. So where was the black sky that this black earth reflected?
He was pondering this when—
Xiang Siyu cried out, "Look!"
Lu Yin looked over. On the black earth, a figure was walking slowly. Black bubbles rose from the muddy ground, and strange, repulsive creatures occasionally poked their heads out, but none of them affected the man. That man was North Hero.
Eight years later, they had met again.
It really was a small world.
North Hero spotted them too. The Light Boat looked terribly out of place here.
He gazed at Xiang Siyu, who was watching him with curiosity. He hadn't gotten a good look at her last time, but now he could see her clearly. She was beautiful and refined, untouched by worldly concerns, like an elf dancing across the black marsh—so striking, so fresh.
Before they could speak, North Hero vanished again.
Red Hero appeared, staring at Lu Yin in disbelief. What was going on? Why had they met again? This place was a very long way from where they'd encountered each other last time. Lu Yin had to have some way of tracking North Hero.
He knew he wouldn't