"All right!" Mo Wang clapped his hands and rose to his feet, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let's get ready to head out on a little trip."
"A trip?" Yi Xuan asked blankly. "Where to?"
Mo Wang turned toward the window and gazed out at the boundless night sky, as if his eyes could pierce through the clouds and see the stars farther beyond.
He spoke two words:
"The Xianzhou."
Meanwhile, elsewhere, aboard a warship somewhat similar to the Hyperion.
"Oh? You're back already?"
The Ferryman, still dressed in a pitch-black cloak, turned to look at Kasumi, who had not said a word.
"Sarah is dead?"
Though he could not see Kasumi's expression, the Ferryman had already guessed the outcome.
"Yes. There was no other way. That version of you was simply too strong. We could only follow the plan and bring back her head."
"There was no other way around it."
The Ferryman sighed softly, then looked at Sarah's head, her eyes still wide open in death.
She seemed utterly unable to believe that Kasumi had actually killed her.
"Even with the People from the Heavens handed over to Sarah, she still couldn't stop Mo Wang in the end?" The Ferryman chuckled, his fingertips unconsciously brushing over Sarah's cold cheek. "How... terrifying."
There was no frustration in his voice. Instead, it carried a strange, almost gratified feeling.
"It feels as though..." He paused, the shadows cast by his hood swaying faintly. "I'm the only one who has been left out."
Kasumi stood quietly to one side, her brow furrowing beneath her mask.
After a moment of silence, she finally could not help asking. Her cool voice carried a trace of confusion. "Aren't you worried at all? The Praise Society's plans have suffered setback after setback, and an important