Xiao Wujiu's voice echoed through the air, spreading across all of Misty Cloud Mountain. Jia Xingtian felt an intense suffocating pressure and the sensation of being shrouded by death. Only then did his mind clear.
The moment he heard that Xiao Wujiu intended to change the dynasty, he had wanted to beg for mercy. Yet with his neck locked in Xiao Wujiu's grasp, all he could produce were muffled whimpers.
"Heh, you do have some courage."
Xiao Wujiu glanced at Jia Xingtian, who refused to yield even in the face of death. He regarded him a little more highly, but that was all.
"Then go with the Jia Ma Imperial Family. Protect your imperial family in the afterlife."
"Ugh! Ugh..."
Another one dead.
"Alright, it seems no one objects now. Then I'll continue with the rewards and punishments for those who participated in the battle."
"..."
After sweeping his gaze around and seeing that most remained silent, he continued speaking about the rewards and punishments for the various parties involved.
Cai Lin watched Xiao Wujiu in midair, a sharp glint flickering in her eyes. She felt an even stronger sense of belonging toward the man who had forcefully become her husband...
"Xiao Wujiu, if you do not betray me, then I... will follow you through life and death..."
After spending some time settling the aftermath of the battle at the Misty Cloud Sect,
the Misty Cloud Sect, under Yun Yun's leadership, also agreed to disband.
Yun Yun looked at Xiao Wujiu. There was gratitude in her eyes, along with an indescribable emotion. Her agreement to disband the Misty Cloud Sect was indeed because its fate had run its course.
"Perhaps this is the best ending for the Misty Cloud Sect."
Yun Yun came to Nalan Yanran's side. After giving