Before the Heavenly Burning Qi Refining Tower, the remaining flames had yet to die out.
The cracks left by the great battle ran through more than half the tower. Crimson magma flowed slowly beneath the ground, and scorching heat seeped through the fissures, evaporating the morning mist into wisps of white smoke.
Several elders were repairing the formation.
Farther away, the reopened training grounds rang with the shouts of young students. Their voices were far from orderly, yet they restored a little vitality to the academy that had endured such a battle.
It was as if Han Feng had completely vanished along with that handful of ashes.
Only Xiao Fan knew that the true danger had only just begun.
Not only had the Soul Hall rescued Old Man Mu Gu, but it had also confirmed that he possessed the bloodline of the Tunling Clan. The Earthly Sovereign hidden behind the spatial rift had not descended personally, but that did not mean the other side had given up.
Quite the opposite.
A surviving descendant of the Tunling Clan was enough to make the Soul Hall pay a price far greater than that of the Fallen Heart Flame.
Xiao Fan stood atop the Heavenly Burning Qi Refining Tower, gazing out over Jia Nan Academy shrouded in morning mist.
He had not stayed here for very long.
Yet Su Qian, Elder Huo, and those old fellows who kept calling him a little monster had, without realizing it, already come to regard him as one of the academy.
That was precisely why he had to leave.
The sound of fabric brushing against stone came from behind him.
Xiao Yi Xian walked up the damaged stone stairs.
She was not wearing her veil today. Her plain white dress swayed gently with her steps. The injuries