Lou Yunxiao stood before the dilapidated hall doors, dressed in plain robes.
After leaving North Nether Mountain, he had realized this was the Demon World, not some Secret Realm. He had searched for the ruins of the Flowing Cloud Sect while killing demons along the way, and now he had finally found them.
To his surprise, everyone was there.
And all of them were safe.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
His gaze settled on Ning Ke.
Lou Yunxiao's eyes softened, a hint of excitement and nervousness stirring within them.
He did not expose Ning Ke's identity outright. Instead, he pointedly said, "Fellow Daoist Mingxin and Fellow Daoist Wugou are here too. That makes everyone who entered the Demon World."
The atmosphere in the hall was somewhat heavy.
Gao Ze was the first to react. He walked over to Lou Yunxiao, patted the young man's shoulder, and said, "Come with me."
Ning Ke brushed past Lou Yunxiao.
His fingertips trembled beneath his robes.
A dream spanning ten thousand years.
The man who had been shattered in the Demon War stood before him again.
Without his memories from ten thousand years ago.
No longer remembering the little fox he had brought home.
No longer remembering the simple sachet he had sewn by hand...
This was for the best.
It would be best if he never remembered.
Ning Ke lowered his eyes. When he looked up again, they held nothing but coldness.
He knew he could no longer keep his identity as A Ke hidden.
Then he would strip away that disguise himself and make Lou Yunxiao give up on him for good.
Meanwhile, Lou Yunxiao had already taken in the Flowing Cloud Sect's current state on his way there.
He was not unreasonable. After hearing Gao Ze's account and seeing