At the Danyang Sect, ten thousand miles away.
On mist-shrouded Cold Moon Peak.
A woman dressed in plain robes stood at the entrance to the Bamboo Hut, gazing beyond the mountains.
Behind her stood the little girl Long Yan'er, along with Xiao Qing, the servant disciple responsible for looking after her.
Every day, the three of them stood there, craning their necks in anticipation.
They had done so for four whole months, simply because they wanted to see Lin Shisan the moment he returned.
Feng Xian'er's hand gripped the Nine-Phoenix Heart-Exterminating Mirror tightly as she repeated the same words over and over. "The Dark-Skinned Boy will come back."
Four months earlier, on Lion Peak Mountain, she had watched with her own eyes as the black hole swallowed Lin Shisan, leaving not even a trace behind.
Those people said Lin Shisan was dead. So what if he was a great fortune bearer? Hadn't he still turned to ash?
She had not argued. She had simply stood there, remaining in the same spot even after everyone else had left.
Little Yan'er stood quietly. From beginning to end, she had not shed a single tear; she had only worked harder at cultivating each day.
In four months, she had completed her transformation from an ordinary mortal and had now reached the Second Body Tempering Realm.
Ye Xingchen knelt on the ground, his hands dug deep into the soil. His nails had all split, and his blood had soaked the earth beneath him black.
He did not make a sound. The grief and fury surging in his chest almost overwhelmed him.
"You damned heavens, you have eyes but cannot see! How could Lin Shisan possibly be someone who defies heaven?"
He threw his head back and roared. His cry echoed through the valley for