At dusk, the golden light transformed from the kasaya swept over Cui County's mottled city walls. This thing was nowhere near as convenient to fly on as sword light.
Chen Ye always felt as though he might fall off the kasaya at any moment. He could only grip its edge tightly before daring to look down at the bustling city beneath his feet.
Cui County was no longer draped in mourning white. In its place, lanterns swayed among vermilion-painted towers. Tavern banners unfurled in the evening breeze, carrying the faint clamor of clinking cups and revelry.
The first seven days had not even passed, yet the mourning white had already been taken down. Presumably, the county magistrate's remnants had all met with disaster.
But none of that had anything to do with Chen Ye. What he wanted to see was not evil men receiving their retribution, but where his old companions had gone.
Fangyuan Monk slowly asked, "Well?"
Chen Ye blinked his Spirit Eyes, and the gold finally faded from them.
Rubbing his aching eyes, Chen Ye could only sigh.
It had been two days since he parted from Su Chunyi. Chen Ye had shamelessly begged Fangyuan Monk to carry him through the air for those two days.
His eyes had been strained until they were bloodshot, yet in the end, he had found neither his Ten Thousand Soul Banner nor any trace left behind by Mo Ci.
It seemed that when disaster struck, everyone truly flew their separate ways.
That was hardly strange. Demonic sect cultivators never cared much for the bond between master and disciple.
Chen Ye had barely preserved Mo Ci's divine soul with the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, while Mo Ci had scattered his cultivation to help Chen Ye weather several crises.
At the final moment,