Chapter 327 Edge of the World_3

Pei Ye remembered that night after they had left the Bronze Divine Hall, the scene where the master and disciple leaned against the corridor walls.

The old man's bones were shattered, and blood kept gushing from his mouth. Qu Zhu took slow steps forward, his lips trembling as he drew his own sword... This image was so real that it made it hard for Pei Ye to believe that he would be like that at the age of thirty.

It was seven years later, at the grave, Qu Zhu stood like a sword sheathed in ancient scabbard, under the starry night, and with a light sigh he said to Qu Zhoufu, "Some invisible threads cannot be crossed alone... Without the magical powers of the 'Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea', spending one's life striving might only result in becoming another Lord Yu."

It was in this year, after his return, that under the snowy night of Kongtong, Yu Zhaochai's convoy was annihilated by the Happy Death Tower, and from then on, he entered the Happy Death Tower.