Time flew by, fleeting in the blink of an eye. When Dugu Ming gradually awakened from his stupor, the sky had already turned pitch black.
Opening his eyes slowly, he gazed around in confusion at his surroundings. As his memories came flooding back, his expression changed drastically. Looking around frantically, he cried out, "Ming Yue, Ming Yue!"
"Curses!"
"Curses indeed!"
Dugu Ming clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails drawing blood as they pierced his skin, crimson droplets trickling down. He stared blankly at the furnishings around him, lost in thought as various emotions surged within him.
Since the deed had already been done, it needed resolution. Dugu Ming's initial impulse was to seek out his uncle, Dugu Wudao, and utilize his mastery of the Five Heavens to search the entire Baijian Heights, find the culprit, and exact brutal vengeance. However, this impulse was swiftly discarded. He couldn't afford to lose face.