Several days later, at Chasing Moon Peak.
Late at night, a cool breeze swept across. On the peak, grass and trees swayed, rustling softly.
The funeral for True Monarch Qi Xing had concluded. He was buried beside the ceremonial grave of True Monarch Liangyi. With unanimous agreement from the elders, both were laid to rest in the ancestral mausoleum reserved for Sect Master-level figures of the Liangyi Sect.
At the edge of the cliff.
Ning Daoran leaned against a green rock, taking sip after sip of Fire God Wine.
For some reason, these past few days the wine had grown increasingly bitter.
Nearby, Lin Xuyan and Liu Wushuang were also present, each carrying their own jug of Fire God Wine. There was no food—no peanuts, no side dishes of any kind. The three simply drank, using the gentle breeze and bright moonlight as accompaniments.
"Swoosh…"
Suddenly, a cool breeze passed through.
The three instantly perked up their ears, sensing a faint, familiar trace of Divine Soul energy.
