Dong'er, One Last Time Before I Leave, Okay?

Long Wushang raised an eyebrow slightly and asked in surprise, "What is it? What seems wrong? Could it be that the Clear Sky Sect found out about what I did?"

Xuan Zi stared at him for several seconds before shaking his head. "Huo Yuhao is already dead, and that girl even spoke up for you. How could they possibly trace it back to you?"

"What I mean by something being off is actually the Clear Sky Sect's Grand Sect Master. I don't know exactly what happened. But once I receive any information, I'll send you a secret letter through our channels."

"But to be safe, you should leave the city as soon as possible." Xuan Zi glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already late. He stood up, briefly bid Long Wushang farewell, and left the secret chamber.

Long Wushang remained where he was. Thinking of what Xuan Zi had just said, he fell into deep thought.

Just as Long Wushang was planning how to deal with the Snow Empress after returning to Sun Moon, a familiar figure quietly pushed open the door and appeared before him.

The girl's pink-blue hair was somewhat disheveled, and her once-bright eyes were now bloodshot. Wang Dong'er looked exceptionally haggard.

Not to mention that she was dressed in black formal attire. Compared to her usual youthful liveliness, she now seemed all the more melancholy.

"Dong'er."

The moment he saw her, Long Wushang stopped thinking. His eyes lit up, and he rose with a smile before walking toward Wang Dong'er.

Yet unlike the smiling Long Wushang, Wang Dong'er looked at him with an especially complicated gaze.

Resentment, sorrow, conflict, panic—there was a little of everything.

After everything that had happened, Huo Yuhao was gone. Not even a body remained.