Zhuo Yun gently caressed the bone ash of the spirit, murmuring, "Spirit, we can still be together forever! In my heart, you remain pure and kind." Even Yan Shi didn't know how to comfort Zhuo Yun and could only say, "Let's hit the road; so many elf brothers are waiting for us to rescue them."
The party of four set off, carrying heavy and sorrowful hearts, toward their next target city.
Four months later, at the Holy Church.
The Pope stood within the Temple of Light, watching his granddaughter floating in midair. A year had passed, and three days ago, to his amazement, he discovered that the light of the angel on Xuan Yue had finally begun to retreat. He clearly understood that the year-long Divine Purification was about to end; his granddaughter had completely transformed. After this year-long purification, her future achievements would surely surpass his own.
For three days, since he realized that the purification was nearing its end, the Pope had not left the Temple of Light.