In the blink of an eye, half a month passed. The approach of spring brought increasingly warm weather, yet undercurrents surged within Juebi City. The various sects remained in a transitional period, all struggling to adapt to life without Bai Ri Mansion and exhausting their minds over the redistribution of resources and the filling of power vacuums after its collapse.
On this overcast day, a rain and snowstorm seemed imminent.
Shi Song sat in his study, closing his eyes to calm his mind as he rested a hand over his severed shoulder.
He was already over two hundred and seventy years old, extremely close to the three-hundred-year longevity limit of core formation cultivators. With his physical body suffering such severe trauma and his vitality draining away, the hope of ascending to a higher level was already slim. Yet before the end of his life, having settled a decades-old grudge against his mortal enemy, alongside a sense of desolation in his heart was an indescribable relief.
Only in hindsight could one truly understand the principle. Back in the day, Jin Huan was the dazzling sun of Juebi City, right at the zenith and casting everyone else into shadow with matchless might. Yet now, that sun had been shot down, and he, Shi Song, wanted to rise in its place, only to find he still fell somewhat short and had to carve up the spoils alongside the Wuhui Sword Sect, the Xuan Yin Sect, and the Jingshui Altar. Surprisingly, he felt no vexation or loss over this, accepting the fact with profound calm.
Juebi City could hardly sustain a situation where a single family dominated anymore, and the Wanling Sect's relocation back to the city was a settled matter. Its struggle for interests within the city had also gone quite smoothly, but