Night deepened.
Yet Ning Ruo showed no intention of returning.
After trying to persuade her several times to no avail, Xu Xing stopped bothering and calmed himself, continuing to regulate his breathing and recover from his injuries.
Standing between the two of them, Chi Jiuyu looked left, then right, a glimmer of understanding flashing across her face.
So that was what this was about.
Just as I thought—how could Senior Spirit Ancestor possibly be that kind of person?!
Good thing I'd always believed in Senior Spirit Ancestor.
Emm...
But then again, Martial Uncle, Master, and the several seniors had already seen what happened when they met in the past.
Then the task Master assigned me, along with the agreement I reached with the three seniors, should count as completed, right?
If so, what changes would come next?
Would I experience fragments of history normally like the other chosen Immortal Sect prodigies, or would this journey simply end here?
With that thought, she held her breath and quietly waited for the change to arrive.
Yet after holding it for more than ten minutes, nothing before her changed in the slightest.
The night sky was still the same night sky.
Martial Uncle still had his eyes closed as he regulated his breathing, while Senior Spirit Ancestor watched the lake, occasionally turning back to glance at Martial Uncle.
Several streaks of light did cut through the night sky in the distance, however, and seemed to be headed this way...
Hm?!
Someone was coming!
Realizing this, golden light flared in Chi Jiuyu's eyes as she looked toward those escaping lights.
Leading them was a burly middle-aged man. His features were carved as if by a blade, his face hard and resolute.
He wore a black cloak and carried a massive sword on his back.