The Three Heroes of the Cold Year Wither, Huayan Night Banquet (Part 1)

The rest was nothing much. As a guest minister, Yu Ci joined Gu Zhi in viewing the remains of that Mr. Mei. So much time had passed that, regardless of how he had been a walking-pace void-step powerhouse with his true form nearly completed, his remains were heavily decayed and simply too gruesome to behold, yet Gu Zhi looked on with the utmost detail.

Having wasted some time there, once they walked out, Gu Zhi gazed blankly at the uniquely marvelous moonlight of Black Moon Lake.

Yu Ci did not disturb him. This matter had fundamentally nothing to do with him, and he figured Gu Zhi would not use such vexing troubles to disturb a distinguished guest minister like himself.

Yet this time, his calculation missed the mark.

Beneath the moonlight, Gu Zhi paced the lakeside a few steps, then suddenly sighed with deep emotion. "Mr. Mei has departed, leaving only Senior Brother among the Three Heroes of the Cold Year. Brother Jiu Yan, inviting you in at a time like this, I fear this brother of mine acted rashly."

On any ordinary day, Yu Ci would surely have assumed there was hidden meaning behind Gu Zhi's words, but today's situation was somewhat different. His pure yang manifestation and the spiritual senses of his primordial spirit and true nature were only more acute now, and he felt that what Gu Zhi spoke carried no falsehood or disguise, but was the genuine outpouring of emotion.

What was the reason for this?

Staying out of it was one thing, while shirking was another; Yu Ci had not reached the point of playing deaf and dumb. Just so happened that he was also quite curious about Gu Zhi's despondent mood, so he gave a light smile. *"I haven't been in the Northern Wastes