His three months in the Buddhist Order allowed Ning Ke to remain calm even in Lou Yunxiao's presence.
But when his gaze swept over the tattered sachet hanging at Lou Yunxiao's side, his breath still caught.
The lingering effects of extracting his heart blood, which had not troubled him for so long, began acting up again.
Pain tugged at him, thread by thread.
Lou Yunxiao raised his eyes and studied Ning Ke's face.
At the same time, the Red Cloud Sword on his back suddenly began to tremble.
Its sheath shook gently.
Ever since A Ke's death, Lou Yunxiao had carried both divine swords, Pale Silver and Red Cloud, on his back.
Now, feeling that tremor,
his perpetually vacant eyes suddenly lit up with sparks.
He instinctively looked around.
Searching for any trace of A Ke.
He even flew up to the city wall on his sword, drew the Red Cloud Sword, and spoke to it.
"Red Cloud, you can find A Ke, can't you?"
"He's here, isn't he?"
"Help me find him. Hurry, find him!"
Zeng Xi called to him, "Fellow cultivator Lou?"
Zhuang Yusheng also cried anxiously, "Lou Yunxiao, what are you doing?"
"Come down!"
Below the wall, Ning Ke watched this dramatic scene in a daze.
Realizing that Red Cloud wanted to point downward, he sent a silent instruction through the trace of divine sense he had left on the Red Cloud Sword.
Don't recognize me.
Sensing that instruction, the Red Cloud Sword's tip abruptly froze. It stopped trembling and fell from the wall.
It lodged at an angle in a gap between the stone bricks and went still.
The last light of sunset outlined Lou Yunxiao's desolate figure atop the wall.
Watching from below, Ning Xiaoxiao clenched her back teeth.
Her eyes stung. "Lou Yunxiao, how