Xiao Yu looked at the two soul essences in his hand, reduced by heavenly lightning to flickers like candle flames.
His eyes flickered.
He took small bottles from his sleeve and sealed them inside.
I'll take them back and nurse them first.
Then decide what to do.
Crash!
The Moon God Statue suddenly collapsed with a thunderous crash.
Qi Yunheng brushed the grit off himself and stepped out of the shattered Moon God Statue.
Xiao Yu walked up to him and asked, "A-Heng, do you feel unwell anywhere?"
At the sight of Xiao Yu, a flash of light crossed Qi Yunheng's eyes. Reassured, he said, "I'm fine."
Xiao Yu looked up at the dangerously unstable Moon God Temple and the bones scattered across the ground, his brows drawing together.
He took the hand of the man beside him and glanced over. "A-Heng, it's getting late. Let's go back."
Qi Yunheng gently returned his grip and replied softly, "All right."
Crash-
No sooner had they stepped out of the Moon God Temple than it came crashing down.
The white bones on the ground were buried along with it.
Neither Xiao Yu nor Qi Yunheng looked back. They walked straight ahead.
Snow began drifting down from the sky once more.
As though to bury this thousand-year-old feud deep beneath the earth.
"What is it?" Xiao Yu looked back and asked when Qi Yunheng suddenly stopped.
Qi Yunheng lowered his head, his gaze shifting slightly.
"Nothing," he replied softly.
Only when he heard Feng Guangbai's name earlier had he suddenly remembered.
He had seen that name in a secret history kept in the Imperial Study, one never shared with outsiders.
It told of a former king of Southern Zhao who had defied convention to fall in love with a musician roughly a thousand