The fire in the cave slowly extinguished, and the faint light from outside gradually penetrated the cave, bringing a hint of brightness.
A night had passed.
During this Mid-Autumn night of reunion, Qingyu spent the entire night with an unconscious beautiful young girl and three corpses studying Martial Arts.
"Almost there."
Qingyu stood up, lifted the unconscious Ling Yanshui with his True Qi, and walked out of the cave.
"Roar—"
Inside the cave, the flames suddenly erupted, engulfing the three corpses that were only skin and bones. As always, it was to destroy the bodies and the evidence; the flames would cover all traces.
Carrying Ling Yanshui, Qingyu traversed mountains and valleys and, after over ten miles, finally stopped by a small lake.
The breeze blew across the lake, and under the drooping willows on the shore stood Yun Wuyue, ethereal in white clothes.
"The Young Palace Master of Guanghan Immortal Palace, I have brought her to you."
