The boy in blue stood aboard the skiff, watching patches of blood spread across the lake.
Nearly twenty masters of the Upper Three Realms, along with one Ninth Realm expert who had formed a Jade Pivot Core, had died here today. All had become corpses and bones.
Plump fish surfaced all over the lake, tearing at and devouring the floating scraps of flesh.
They really had fed the fish!
The boy stood aboard the skiff. With no one at the oars and no wind to propel it, the boat moved toward shore.
Holding the sleeping Parasol Tree in his arms, he looked up at the endless Azure Heaven.
Before entering Grand View Garden today, he had told Parasol Tree not to leave the little courtyard.
The two Radiant Luans could share their sight with him from anywhere in Bianjing, so he had seen everything that happened to Parasol Tree today.
As for Master Dong's adopted son, before appearing outside the little courtyard, he had asked Doctor Hua An, Xie Hou'er, and even the women of West Wing Tower to bring the man silver for a burial.
Master Dong had adopted him while living under that name. He had once been an ordinary charcoal-stove worker at West Wing Tower.
The man had fallen in love with a woman there, and she had loved him in return. They had thought they could save enough silver to buy her freedom.
But Liu Yuan had cultivated demonic arts in Bianjing, abducting women from West Wing Tower to drain their vitality. The woman had been deceived by a close friend and fallen into Liu Yuan's hands.
The man had lost not only every coin he had saved but also the woman he loved.
When Master Dong had feigned death at the Gathering of Beauties Banquet,