Under Zi He's escort, Yang Lingrui and the other two returned safely to Yanxia.
He had someone in the northern market district craft a magical artifact capable of preserving a physical body, which he used to hold the severed arm.
When Gu Zhengyuan learned that the Yang Family had suffered casualties, he hurried over to offer his condolences.
Upon hearing that Yang Linghu, the martial cultivator who had sat across from him that day, had perished, his face filled with regret.
He had inspected Yang Linghu with his divine sense that day. Though his Qi Meridians aptitude had been ordinary, his physical talent had been exceptional.
Given time, he would have had great hopes of reaching the Perfected Realm.
Yet now, he had suffered this calamity falling from the heavens, and his path through life had been cut short.
"Alas..."
Gu Zhengyuan let out a long sigh. "They say the affairs of the world are unpredictable, but this was plainly a man-made disaster. That damned Solitary Moon Mountain truly has no regard for law or heaven!"
Yang Lingrui did not speak at once. He merely silently handed him the Dynasty's secret decree bearing a golden seal, along with the two spiritual materials: Black Snake Blood Scale and Mayfly Essence.
"Senior Gu, the matter arranged by the Dynasty has been accomplished by my Yang Family."
Yang Lingrui continued, "My elder brother has died. I no longer have the heart to remain here for long, and only wish to return home as soon as possible."
He knew Gu Zhengyuan's position. The Yang Family's sacrifice was plain for him to see; there was no need for Yang Lingrui to deliberately put on a show of misery.
Besides, he truly had no mood left to put on an act for anyone.
"Good!"
Gu Zhengyuan