Sky-splitting Sword Sect, along the long passageway, a lone figure walked by himself.
Under the remaining glow of the setting sun.
The verdant pines and bamboo along the passage showed no sign of twilight.
On the contrary, as they swayed in the breeze, they seemed even more vibrant.
The majestic buildings that could be seen everywhere were, under the scattered sunlight, casting huge shadows that showcased their splendor.
Only the figure on the passageway.
The sunlight elongated his shadow, making him appear quite desolate and lonely.
A cool breeze brushed against his handsome face, making him feel a bit chilly.
The figure was, of course, Xiao Yi.
He was walking aimlessly and alone.
The conversation with Elder Duan Yun left him feeling somewhat powerless.
He had a rough understanding of the events of that year.
Bai Mohan's Martial Soul, though only of the Blue Peak Stage.