Ning Que gazed at the System Panel.
The progress bar at seventy percent seemed frozen by an invisible force. No matter how intently he focused, it refused to budge.
Ning Que figured the background storyline had reached a critical threshold.
First, he had rescued Ning Yuanzhou from the Skeleton Desert, then returned safely to the Fallen Star Pavilion.
He had also discovered the dangerous junior disciple lurking within the Fallen Star Pavilion.
To advance the storyline further, the key would likely lie with Xing Chenyuan.
The night was cool as water.
He gazed out the window at the Fallen Star Pavilion.
He had been away for ten years, yet this sect, which had stood for a thousand years, remained magnificent.
But vermin had already eaten away at it from within.
Xing Chenyuan's malice as he altered the scripture, Mo Qingdi's eagerness to shield him-
Both were like ink spilled onto rice paper, stains impossible to conceal.
"In that case, there's no reason to stay here..."
Ning Que smiled.
Kind words could never turn back a ghost bent on meeting its doom.
He had pointed out Xing Chenyuan's suspicious behavior again and again.
Yet not a single person believed him.
Then he would wash his hands of it.
"The Fallen Star Pavilion's allotted fortune really may be running out..."
That night.
Ning Que took his belongings and went to Xingyunzi's residence.
The old Daoist was studying a star chart. Seeing him enter, he hurriedly set down his compass. "Ning Que, have you thought it through? About what happened today..."
"Sect Master, I intend to leave the mountain tomorrow." Ning Que
interrupted him, his calm voice carrying an unquestionable resolve. "Ten years ago, I left the sect to gain experience. Now that I've returned and seen the sect safe and stable, I