Two years had passed since Li Ya and Zhang Buku had met.
Over those two years, the sea remained turbulent, countless cultivators and demons charged into the Broken Sea Grand Rift. Such strife seemed ceaseless, some found opportunity for breakthroughs while others met their ends with remorse.
The Supreme Sect, however, was at peace, with most disciples diligently working on their cultivation.
Life in Medicine Valley was even more tranquil.
On this day, Gu An arrived early in Profound Valley, awaiting someone's arrival.
As noon approached, Li Ya, dressed in black, descended from the sky, landing below the pavilion. This time, he did not enter through the window. He stood below, gazing at Gu An's window sill for a long time, silent, and didn't take a step.
Blood Prison Great Saint, lying on the ground, looked at him with a strange expression in his eyes.
The Blood Prison Great Saint could sense Li Ya's profound despondency, his whole appearance conveying a loss of soul.