"Surely I don't need to teach you how to wrap things up, do I?"
Qian Renxue turned to Qian Renxue and asked.
"Mm."
Qian Renxue nodded, hesitation in her eyes as though she wanted to speak but held herself back.
"If you have something to say, say it."
Noticing her unusual behavior, Qian Renxue spoke calmly.
"Sixth Generation Pope... isn't he coming?"
After hesitating for a moment, Qian Renxue finally voiced the doubt in her heart.
"He has other matters to attend to."
Qian Renxue's voice remained calm, devoid of any emotion.
A black figure stepped out from a rift in the void, his toes lightly touching Jialing Pass ten thousand years in the future.
As the wind swept through the ruined gatehouse, it carried fine grains of sand and gravel, producing a mournful wail.
It was like countless wronged souls had been trapped here for eternity, struggling to break free from their shackles.
Qian Cheng strolled leisurely through the city. The stone slabs cracked beneath his feet, the sound especially piercing in the deathly silent city.
The sky was a gloomy leaden gray. The sunlight seemed blocked by some invisible barrier, unable to penetrate even a trace of light.
Dark green moss crawled over the broken walls. Rusted weapons were lodged crookedly in the corners, long stripped of their former sharpness, leaving behind only a shocking desolation.
The air was thick with the stale scent of dust, mixed with a faint trace of blood. The chill was so deep it seemed able to seep into one's bones.
Every breath carried biting cold, as though countless venomous eyes were hidden in the shadows, staring fixedly at the uninvited guest who had entered this silent land.
"I never expected this place to become a graveyard."
Qian Cheng's voice echoed through the