Luo Chen's magic bead had lost its luster, and lay quietly in his palm, while Qing Shuang's sword tip still retained traces of dried blood.
They looked at each other, a sense of relief flowing in their eyes.
"Qing Shuang, you did well." Luo Chen's voice carried a hint of fatigue, but mostly admiration for Qing Shuang.
Qing Shuang smiled gently, with a hint of bitterness in her smile, "I couldn't have done it alone without you."
Luo Chen shook his head, "We are partners; without you, I couldn't have gotten this far either."
They remained silent for a while, then started slowly walking out of the temple.
They knew that although the Blood Sacrificial Altar had been destroyed, Zhennan Province's recovery would take time.
They needed to go back and share the good news with the residents of Zhennan Province, let them know the darkness had passed, and light had descended once more.
