With this, the dust settled on the Western Sea affair. Opinions differed on which powers would benefit, but there was no doubt that the Green Mountain Sect would be the true winner, taking the largest share of the spoils. As for True Person Taiping's escape... as long as Liu Ci could still unleash that strike, no one would dare use it to stir up trouble.
But Jing Jiu did not see it that way.
After this battle, True Person Taiping had stepped into the open, Yin Phoenix had defected, and the seeds of internal strife had been planted in Green Mountain... the Zhongzhou Sect had won a sweeping victory.
He had no particularly strong feelings toward Bai Zao or Tong Yan.
Those two young people had merely inherited Guo Dong's ideas, wanting to kill Xilai, then his senior brother.
As for everything that happened afterward, those were Green Mountain's own problems.
Even the Azure Sky Mirror was something he had voluntarily returned to Tong Yan.
He had calculated many things, but had miscalculated one.
That was why things had ultimately turned out this way.
Thinking of these things, Jing Jiu nodded to Bai Zao and walked back into the cabin.
Bai Zao froze.
He had turned and left, seemingly nothing unusual, so why did her heart feel as empty as the vast Western Sea, as cold as the floating ice around Shaoming Island?
She did not understand why, just as she did not understand why True Person Liu Ci, who had imprisoned True Person Taiping for three hundred years, had stepped forward today.
Seventeen Sword Boats had arrived in a mighty procession. Fourteen returned, equally imposing, yet the feeling they gave was entirely different.
True Person Liu Ci had unleashed a heaven-shaking strike. Their thousand-year nemesis Nan Qu was dead,