The Azure Sky Mirror had stopped turning. Bai Qianjun lay on it, covered in blood, unable even to get up.
Bai Zao knew Jing Jiu's temperament and knew he would not leave it at that.
Sure enough, Jing Jiu started toward the Azure Sky Mirror.
Yet before Bai Zao could speak, he drew his foot back.
The daylight spilling down from the cave ceiling suddenly dimmed, and a giant hand formed of blue-green points of light descended from the sky.
Bai Zao silently stepped in front of Jing Jiu.
Tong Yan bowed. "Greetings, Venerable Master."
Only then did the Dao-Seekers in the cave abode realize that White True Person had arrived. They hurriedly bowed, gathering their minds and stilling their breath, not daring to make a sound.
The hand descended onto the center of the Azure Sky Mirror, plucked up the Heaven-Restoring Pearl, and took Bai Qianjun away as well.
After some time, once the Dao-Seekers were certain White True Person had left, they straightened up one after another, their expressions much more relaxed.
Just then, a voice suddenly sounded beside the Azure Sky Mirror.
"Why were you in such a hurry?"
The speaker was He Zhan. He had already woken, and there was little bewilderment or emotion in his eyes, only a faint remembrance and reluctance to part.
Only then did everyone remember that he had actually been the last Dao-Seeker to leave the Azure Sky Mirror illusion. But what did he mean by that? Wait for what?
He Zhan stood up, looked at Jing Jiu, and said, "I was very happy out at sea. You should have let me stay a few more years."
Jing Jiu looked at him quietly. "There are blue seas and blue skies here too."
"But those people aren't here," He Zhan said.
"There