The Curtain Falls

Watching her sister suffer such cruel torture with her own eyes, the Flame Fox's fur stood on end. A stifled whimper rumbled in its throat, but Shen Yuxi's unrestrained icy Sword Qi and absolute pressure made it shrink where it stood, not daring to rush forward rashly.

Only after Shen Yuxi put away the fused white crystal and the Heavenly Fragrance Soul-Calling Art scroll, his oppressive aura easing somewhat, did it dare pounce to the White Fox's side. It stretched out its tongue and futilely licked the bleeding hollows of her eye sockets again and again, letting out tiny, grief-stricken cries.

Zhu Yaoyao forcefully suppressed the stormy waves in her heart—Shen Yuxi's ruthlessness and decisiveness just now, so utterly unlike his usual indifference, had truly been chilling. She steadied herself and strode forward.

She had long since frankly told Shen Yuxi why she had come to the secret realm, and the two parties had reached an agreement: if Shen Yuxi obtained this secret art, he would allow her to copy a duplicate. Now that the dust had settled, she naturally would not forget this matter concerning her sect's inheritance.

Shen Yuxi did not go back on his word. On the spot, he used his divine sense to copy the secret art's contents, condensing them into a duplicate jade slip before handing it to Zhu Yaoyao.

Zhu Yaoyao accepted the jade slip with both hands. Feeling the profound aura contained within, her excitement was written all over her face.

She solemnly bowed deeply to Shen Yuxi, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "Thank you, Senior Brother, for granting this! The grace of imparting this art today outweighs mountains themselves. Yao Yao will never forget it for as long as she lives! Should Senior Brother ever have need of me in the