One month later, on Chanda Island.
Within the Condensed Jade Sect Base, lamplight glimmered sparsely inside a towering hall.
Candle flames swayed gently in the hall, illuminating Qing Chen's tall, straight figure.
He wore an Inspector's robe, and a chilling killing intent tempered through countless life-and-death battles wreathed his body.
"Hahaha! Junior Brother Qing Chen, you've finally returned safe and sound!" A burst of hearty laughter broke the brief silence.
Elder Shangshan abruptly rose from his seat on the dais. His gaze flashed like lightning as he carefully looked Qing Chen over from head to toe, his expression filled with gratification.
A flattered look appeared on Qing Chen's face, and he cupped his hands.
"I am deeply grateful for your concern, Elder. Thanks to the sect's protection, I have finally fulfilled the trust placed in me on this mission."
With that, he slowly reached into his robe and took out two crystal-clear jade slips. Wrapping them in magic power, he placed them on the table before Elder Shangshan and continued:
"Elder, the Xu Household on Yin Tiger Island has been completely destroyed. Not one survived; I slew them all. I also turned Blackwood Island's heartland upside down, drawing numerous cultivators into attacking me. This jade slip contains a detailed battle report. Please examine it at your leisure.
"The other jade slip contains recorded images. Although they have some connection to me, the sect's safety comes first. Please review it as well, Elder."
Elder Shangshan took the two jade slips, and his spiritual sense darted into them like a Spirit Serpent emerging from its burrow.
His expression shifted as he viewed the images, his brow sometimes furrowing and sometimes relaxing.
A moment later, a satisfied smile spread across his face. Stroking his beard, he praised:
"Excellent! What a Blood River High