「Resource Hall.」
In the rest chamber, white mist ascended, the aroma of tea filling the air.
Qin Feiyang and Yan Nanshan sat facing each other, sipping tea while recounting their experiences of the past seven months.
Learning the details of the Land of Oblivion, Yan Nanshan was filled with astonishment. At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh. Truly, in this world, there were people beyond people, and a sky beyond a sky.
Before they knew it, it was already deep into the night.
Having finished his story, Qin Feiyang took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and asked, "How is Zhang Jin?"
Yan Nanshan sighed, "He's gone."
"Gone?" Qin Feiyang frowned.
"I didn't see him when I got back, so I asked around," Yan Nanshan explained. "A few disciples told me that he left the Holy Temple holding Zhang Ren's body. I suppose he won't be back!" he sighed again.
Qin Feiyang fell silent for a moment, then snorted coldly, "If it were me, I would have left too."
