Secrets of the Ink Sect

East of Yanji City, the bright moon hung high. In the quiet residence, the demon stood in the courtyard, his gaze fixed on the heavens, his expression as cold and silent as ever, devoid of the slightest human emotion.

The kind emperor of old was gone forever. From the moment the people of Great Xia forsook their emperor, everything had become beyond redemption.

The warmth and coldness of human hearts—those hurt most were always the ones who cherished them most dearly.

Not far away, Ning Chen strode over, grabbed a jar of wine, and tossed it to him. "What are you thinking about?"

"Revenge."

Xia Ziyi caught the wine jar and replied coldly.

"Finding those people will not be easy. Heal your wounds first, then we can discuss it further," Ning Chen said gravely.

"I know that well enough. You should think carefully about your own affairs instead. That Ink Lord's strength is far beyond that of an ordinary Reality Realm Expert. I truly do not know how, with your wits, you let yourself fall into such danger." Xia Ziyi opened the jar and took a gulp.

"He is the person in this world closest to the True Realm. Perhaps he knows some secret method of resurrection that no one else does."

Ning Chen took a gulp as well. The burning sensation rushed down his throat, making his severely wounded body feel somewhat better.

"After cultivating all these years, do you truly believe there is a method to bring the dead back to life in this world?" Xia Ziyi turned back and asked mockingly.

"No."

Ning Chen shook his head.

"Then what is the point of your persistence?" Xia Ziyi asked coldly.

"A miracle."

Ning Chen took another gulp and said softly, "Perhaps the current me is merely a frog