Black Mist: ...
"Every word is true. Please, you have to believe me! I brought the spirit sword to Pingshui City because I found the Shu Household crest on it, and I..."
Bian Chunchou wanted to cling to Black Mist's leg and weep. But mindful of his status as a Yonglu Mountain disciple, he barely held himself back. He had thought there was no escaping a Soul Search and had even prepared to die. Instead, Black Mist plunged into the spirit sword. "Even if it's an empty tomb, I'm going to see it for myself."
Then the world spun. A sudden feeling of weightlessness wrenched Bian Chunchou away, and when he woke again, he found himself staring at Chen Zui-Zui's familiar wild tangle of hair. "Wen Xu-Xu..."
A voice came from beside him. "I'm fine. Don't worry."
Not only was Wen Xu unharmed, the Black Mist above No-Shu City had stilled. Bolstered by Thought Force, it was even slowly fading, as though it might retreat beneath the formation's core once more.
Wen Xu had done nothing himself. That meant it all hinged on Chunchou.
"I'm glad you're all right. Chen Zui-Zui, you're all right too. Is everyone okay?" Bian Chunchou looked around, feeling as though the clouds had parted and the rain had cleared. "Oh, right, Black Mist..."
Before he could finish, the keys in their hands began to stir. Even the Shu Weapons they had handed over upon entering the city appeared beside them. The secret realm was closing, and this was their signal that they could leave. The cultivators in the city were overjoyed at the sight and soon departed, leaving only a few of them behind.
Concerned about Wang Li's injuries, Yun Zhilan took him out first. Shu Jinze saw that there was nothing he could help