Zhou Mo stood quietly on the lake, watching the faint wisps of ash drift down from the sky...
A Paper Crane fluttered around Zhou Mo before disappearing as well, leaving only a faint sigh behind.
Xuanjizi, master of Water Cloud Terrace, was dead. Those eerie chains had strangled him until nothing remained but these wisps of ash, which settled onto the lake and vanished beneath its gentle ripples.
Deputy Sect Master Qiuyu of the Northern Immortal Sect sighed. Behind him, a Sect Hall Disciple asked quietly, "Deputy Sect Master, is a peak Eighth Realm Immortal Master of our Fushui Island to have died for nothing?"
Deputy Sect Master Qiuyu replied, "Didn't the Sect Leader personally fight and drive that fiend back?"
"But..."
"Enough. This affair involves few people, but it's a tangled skein that cannot be unraveled... Don't dwell on it. Let it end here."
"As you command."
Lü Bufan stood on the shore, watching Zhou Mo, his sect's Sect Hall Elder, walk leisurely back across the water.
Zhou Mo nodded. "That friend of yours will be quietly escorted out of the Northern Immortal Sect. This was hardly a glorious affair, after all. Even this outcome is an unexpected blessing."
Lü Bufan cupped his hands and thanked Elder Zhou Mo, then asked, "What happened to the two women from Kongkong Mountain? Just what kind of being was that man standing on the coffin? Does he have Ninth Realm cultivation?"
Elder Zhou Mo seemed rather dispirited and waved a hand. "Come on. Come back and have a drink with me."
"As you command!"
Several pots of wine were laid out. Without even setting up a soundproofing Formation, Zhou Mo took a long drink and said softly, "That man is a pitiful soul too. The origins of that coffin cannot be spoken