The Lich King had completely dissipated, and the Scourge would surely cease to exist as well. As for the souls controlled by Ner'zhul, such as Arthas and Kel'Thuzad, they had probably been utterly scattered too, vanishing forever.
Patrick had actually wanted to free the souls of Arthas, Kel'Thuzad, and the others, at least allowing them to die free. Familiar with their pasts, Patrick also knew that they, along with many of the undead raised by the Scourge, were in fact pitiable people.
The interlude with Ner'zhul had not delayed the main force's movements, nor had the leaders of the various races imposed any restrictions. The Pandaren had put on quite a good evening celebration, and the food was well worth trying.
The Alliance troops were the first to withdraw. Varian and Medivh had sailed back to Shattrath early that morning. Their sons were still with A'dal, and the Old God curse on Anduin had yet to be removed. As Stormwind City's future heir, nothing concerning Anduin could be treated carelessly.
As for the Horde, Chen was on good personal terms with Thrall, and with Rexxar there as well, Chen was willing to play the host.
However, none of this was particularly important in the Pandaren's eyes, and the revelry at Kun-Lai Summit and in the Jade Forest had not diminished because of it. What truly worried Taran Zhu and Lorewalker Cho was whether the well water in Midsummer Meadow could be restored.
"How much hope is there?" Taran Zhu looked at the devastated Midsummer Meadow. In this battle, the Pandaren had lost not only their present, but also their future.
If the Vale of Eternal Blossoms' miraculous abilities could not be restored, then the Pandaren's grain production could never reach its current level.
What did one harvest a day mean?